Stars

A star is exiled from the sky, and we make a wish as it falls on by.

When was that disabled star given the power to answer our call?

It wasn’t, so are we mocking its loss?

You don’t hear exactly what you want to, so you let out an annoyed sigh.

Does that agitated breath change the past, and what has already been said?

This isn’t possible, so are you just complaining because your selfish desires haven’t been satisfied?

We laugh as another gets hurt.

Is this a way of protecting ourselves from their pain?

Or do we simply enjoy someone else’s suffering?

You think something dirty is lowly like dirt.

Don’t you have to be able to think in order to be lowly?

Even if you don’t, why is dirt so lowly, simply because you walk on it?

We naturally think that we should be rewarded before others.

Is this nature’s way of starting wars and making sure that the earth isn’t overpopulated?

Or are we just selfish by design, wouldn’t that make us the lowly ones of earth?

A star is exiled from the sky.

Shouldn’t we go try to catch it before it hits the ground?

After that, isn’t it just a matter of putting it back in the night?