Go forth and catch a falling star,
Cup it tightly to your breast
Give to it your heart
And in return it will grant
The world and everything in it,
If you aren't afraid to lose
Everything you ever were.

That enticing future
Rife, with the hidden pains
Of everything
And nothing
All at the same time.
The emptiness
Of being so terribly full.

So go and catch a falling star,
Do it if you dare,
Clutch it to your beating breast
For those beats are your last
Before it takes away
All
And gives you truly nothing.