Stars are burning toward death,
As we run endlessly toward our goals,
People walking the streets hoping for nothing more than warmth and stability,
While others wonder what new gadget or trinket or clothing line arrives,
At night all the stars do is burn,
Burn towards death...
From their light we look up and try to find hope,
And maybe a few wishes,
But while we wish dream strive and try to survive..
We look up,
For something in the stars,
While all they're doing is dying,
What answers can they give you?
The decisions you feel you must make and cannot decide...
What star can decide for you?
When all they're trying to do is burn..
Until their fuel runs out,
Much like the rest of us,
Surviving another day of life,
Using more fuel,
Until it all burns out.