I wonder what the stars dream about
do they worry, do they pout
do they watch us from above
and look upon us with lots of love
to be honest, I do not know
they're enigmatic- feelings do not show
they shine so bright in the sky
they're full of secrets but they're shy
I wish I knew more about the stars
I wish I could find out who they are
they look at me and I look back
so much knowledge do I lack
I eagerly await  that special day
when I will be able to say
I learned so much and figured them out
I am no longer filled with doubt

I hear this sound so I look up above
my initial thought is that it's a dove
I look closer and see that it's not
it's an airplane, not what I thought
I close my eyes for just a second
then it's gone, vanished, I reckon
I search the sky for that metal beast
but it's not in sight to say the least
up into the clouds it's gone
singing its little airplane song

I walk through the dark hall
hearing the lonely echoes of my footsteps
The hall extends as far as I can see in either direction
A dim light starts to form further away
Every step seems to make it grow brighter
I extend my arm out and try to grab it
but it seems to evade my grasp
I begin feeling feverish
My body is suddenly flushed with intense heat
My pace starts to quicken
and before I know it, I'm sprinting toward the now-blinding light
My skin feels like it is slowly melting away
I push through the heat fervently
With a flash, all is different
I no longer feel outrageously hot, but now more of a refreshing cool
It seems like I've gone into the light, through it perhaps
I look around with awe
The entire scene has completely transformed
I'm in a seemingly perpetual white space
I walk forward, but my footfalls no longer reverberate
I try to call out, but my voice makes  no sound
I clear my throat and offer another weak attempt
This time, there is a voice
but the voice does not belong to me.

My pen is running out of ink
I guess I don't have much time to think
there is so much I wish to say
but all these things are in my way
I think back to that summer night
just before we had the fight
it was so perfect then and there
a perfect moment that we shared
things got rocky at the end
but you said we'd still be friends
you and I know what that means
it doesn't call for a pretty scene
all the damage has been done
at least we had those nights of fun.