I think,
as i look upon the stars.
So small,
Yet we travel so far.

We walk so much;
But we search more.
Years go by,
but we search like before.

Like day and night,
people pass me by;
and i feel so small,
when i look up at the sky.

I see one,
or two thousand stars.
But only, am i only
looking up for (my) mars.

Where are you mars?
I've been promised (you) so much
"keep on looking"
"keep your head up" and such.

But where does the search,
come to its end?
When will you become,
more than my friend?