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.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.05 seconds at 1:01am on Nov 08, 2024 via server WEBX1.