You barely scratch the surface,
You're just two tones too far.
What did you think?
That you could reach my star?
That would only work if you knew where I was,
But your stories made.
And I just a leaf on the breeze,
How quaint that this is where life leads.
Bringing others close,
While dispelling others so far beyond.
I now lost to myself alone,
And you where you belong.