Star

Somewhere in all the spinning antiquities lies the answer to my eternal question.
Often I ponder whether or not the reasons behind my wanderings in this unfamiliar universe will ever be justified.
Will the engima ever be solved?
Will the yearning ever be yearned?
Who is to say that the problem lies within the answer?
Forevery journeying across uncharted stars.
The weakness that is created in my life force evertime my star shines is one that cripples my being.
My soul.
Starlight, star bright, won't you grant my wish tonight?
I am spiraling towards an infernal black hole that constantly pulls like a vicegrip.
Every second I can feel a little piece of me succumbing to the gravity of the star.
Savoir Faire and all that jazz.
Like musical notes that make a symphony, my mind cries.
Questions running around and around my little black box.
Do you think if I crashed anyone could decipher it?
I don't.
I probably wouldn't want them to.
Roland chased the man in black across the desert.
Battling with the choices made and the choices to come;
Suffering so.
Curse the little children.
Dear God, bless the star.
Inhaling the noxious incense that fills the room.
Smoke flowing in the air like some graceful ballet;
Soon to be squelched by time.
Will time squelch me?
I surely hope not.
I hope my fire burns forever.
I hope my star burns forever.
Keep still my little star, keep still.