I like to stare listlessly At the night sky for long Durations of time, as if my Gaze will compel the stars To align to breathtaking ends. Alas, they stay put,budge they Donβt, a sneer streaks my Face as my prideβs hurt. And a tear droplet materializes On the corner of my eye. Maybe the moon prefers her Star friends to remain as theyβre.