Wandering stars
Like a shattered glass bauble
Broken like a promise
Or... actually, did I break it?

Did I say I'd stop forever?

Those glass shards are still falling
There's still time to catch them
To pick them up and put them back together again
To breathe new life into an idea that was once thought to be dead

While it may never be the same as it was before
Its new form has the potential to be even better than the last

It just depends on how you actually look at it.