While you are asleep,
While you are only dreaming,
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor,
Forever they are scheming.

While you are awake,
you may think the world is one,
but Orion is still there,
in the sky he runs.

The stars may be replaced,
with puffy white laced clouds,
but Draco is till slinking,
far away the ground.

Even after all these years,
Cassiopeia is still vain,
still looking down on you,
through a window pain.

As the stars all swirl,
around the magnetic north,
Gemini still sways,
switching back and forth.

For even if we're sleeping,
even if we are awake,
the stars will always swim,
in a pitch black lake.