Yet Another Poem

A star shoots across the night sky,
Brilliant in all it's glory.
But something is different about this one,
It seems like it's trying to tell me something.
Whatever it is I can't read a star,
It's a shame really,
That such a beautiful star's going to waste.
But I guess it can't be helped.
After all,
No matter how much I wish it,
Dream it,
Or ask it,
I will always be a week human who does nothing,
But sit on my butt,
And dream up senseless stuff.
Even though I now it's pointless,
I still sit,
And sit,
And sit,
And wait for something to happen.
Wish it,
Dream it,
And ask it.