Where would I be if I hadn’t
wished upon a Falling star?
Would I be chained to this dream,
forever chasing a possibility
that never reaches the horizon
It was a spur-of-the-moment wish
Made in the innocence of youth
I was sitting on my front step
Enamored by the endless night
For a moment I understood eternity
and my place in it
sitting there on my front step
A knee-jerk reaction as a star fell.
A dream made at such a young age.
I was not mature enough to know that falling stars do not land.
So here I am
face peppered with stardust
as I run across eternity.
My legs and heart growing tired with age
Wondering where I would be
if I hadn’t wished upon a Falling star.