What I wanted to, to what I became its the
question that has haunted my years in
proximity of my thoughts and kind.

My passion of what was above my
mind, where there was specks of
nothing filled with glimmers of light.

I lingered on this thought of where I
wanted my mind to stretch to the outer
reaches of what was beyond my perception.

My life was a hurricane and I was a petal
swaying in tormented jest.  I couldn't find
a star up above to end this constant anguish.

I only saw tears fall from above washing away
the thoughts of youthful jest. I could not see
what in youth was gradually washed out.

Now I an I shadow of my adolescent youth,
Now contained within a hollow shell.
I am drone like others that do the same steps.

I miss you innocent thoughts of youthful wanting
to be above my thoughts. I wanted to be in the
stars or at least be an astronomer of sights above.

But I languish in this time of repetitiveness.
adulthood has stolen my innocence of before,
I want to once again idyllically stare at the stars.