Thoughtful Stars
I lay in the dark night, Looking up at the stars. And wondering whom else is looking up at the same sky. How different their lives are, Yet how we are still looking at the same stars. Quite possibly thinking the same thing. Wishing that we could change our lives Praying to a god we don't know is there, For one little glimmer of hope to come in our lives. Not seeing all those in life that need more than us. Wishing still for our little things. To make us happy, to make us 'special'. The stars move slowly, moving in and out, Up and down, side to side. Getting a different perspective on life every second. Maybe the universe does not revolve around me. Maybe there are others besides me that count. Maybe other people deserve a little of the joy I have. As I look up at the sky, contempt at the revelations that I have mad for that night. I see the moon come out and spread his sweet glimmer all over the land. And I realize that the sky is one big blanket covering my eyes, trying to keep me from seeing the terrible things in life. The sky with the beautiful stars. The gorgeous moon. And the big comfy blanket, that covers my eyes. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 03:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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