I no longer watch the stars,
For it is they who watch me.
I run and fall and fail,
And they are always there, staring,
Wishing upon me to go on.
Every day they wonder,
Wonder if it is the day
I become another grain of sand
On this beach.
I will have forfeited all of my life
To being what everyone wants me to be,
What everyone expects me to be,
I only wish I knew what that was.
Am I to get a meaningless job
At a faceless corporation
And spend long hard hours
Doing something I hate, something that will drive me
To kill myself some day?
Am I the only one who they watch,
The only one
That the stars pray won't turn out
Like every other nameless shmoe
Who works alongside their brother or sister in-law?
No, I cannot be this.
I have to become like the stars,
Bright and miles ahead of everyone else.
I plan to do just that.
I'll let the stars watch me.