Once in a while the sky will just be clear enough to gaze upon few stars and to wander in the lights that move so slow that we seem to be fascinated by their unchanging self. The truth is what we see are actually remnants of the position the star used to be and is an effect of the light reaching us after a long period of time. Like it or now it makes you think if the entire night sky is merely a nostalgic version of the sky that used to be from millions of years and is only visible right now. And since we don't know for sure where they are or have shifted over so many years, I write to the idea of lost stars, even the ones that have been shooting away. For most of us wishing upon stars will always fill us with hope, the amazement of knowing that something does change with the passing of time while it appears quite the opposite. I am inspired by this idea, these lost stars; as I see the same notion of appearing to be stuck at places though we might have moved on and what we see behind are merely remnants. Here's to lost stars
Lost Stars
We are changing somewhere in time and place,
In the night sky or morning sky, in maps that we chase
Finding dreams that are tied to shooting stars
We have changed much even though we may appear as we are
The sky above on a restless Thursday day or night as it speaks,
Are held like memories and things we will always get to keep
We are lost stars somewhere, but we will shine just the same
We are all built from nothing more than star dust that remained.
I was told stories as a child, of constellations in the sky
How they are meaningful in their own way, they come together some nights
We have learned much from these fellow wanderers even if they travel restlessly
We have all come a far way, hoping and waiting to be set free
Find a new part of the sky, choose and wander around my friend,
We have much to explore and understand, in time we have much to gain
We are wanderers as our counterpart, we are far too many to count
We are lost stars who refuse to come home, we are meant to wander around.
Lost Stars
We are changing somewhere in time and place,
In the night sky or morning sky, in maps that we chase
Finding dreams that are tied to shooting stars
We have changed much even though we may appear as we are
The sky above on a restless Thursday day or night as it speaks,
Are held like memories and things we will always get to keep
We are lost stars somewhere, but we will shine just the same
We are all built from nothing more than star dust that remained.
I was told stories as a child, of constellations in the sky
How they are meaningful in their own way, they come together some nights
We have learned much from these fellow wanderers even if they travel restlessly
We have all come a far way, hoping and waiting to be set free
Find a new part of the sky, choose and wander around my friend,
We have much to explore and understand, in time we have much to gain
We are wanderers as our counterpart, we are far too many to count
We are lost stars who refuse to come home, we are meant to wander around.
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