This beating heart is an ironic cage
Nestled in skins so fragile when brave
Knowing no limits with magic so tall
I trip on illusions and catastrophically fall
Yet I'll continue to hope, she's a wonderful star
Though never to catch her, she's simply too far
True, heaven's the limit and vast is the sky
But it's simply too foolish to think I can fly
The dream will live on, perhaps she'll fall from her place
And I'll be ready to catch her, with some charm and some grace
So I'll wait from a galaxy in a mysterious cave
And keep making adventures so ironic when brave.