I used to gaze with wonder at the stars
with a fleeting hope that they gazed back.
Perhaps I was the topic of their dinner-table talk!
But now I gaze with wonder at myself
I certainly am not who I once was--
shocked, astonished at how quickly
I became someone else, or rather
how I became everyone else.
I used to gaze with wonder at the stars.
Pity the stars have long since burnt out.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
I used to gaze with wonder at the stars
with a fleeting hope that they gazed back.
Perhaps I was the topic of their dinner-table talk!
But now I gaze with wonder at myself
I certainly am not who I once was--
shocked, astonished at how quickly
I became someone else, or rather
how I became everyone else.
I used to gaze with wonder at the stars.
Pity the stars have long since burnt out.