I wish I could believe
The stars controlled my fate,
Pulling all of my strings.
Maybe it'd be better like that.
No fault would be my own,
And my successes would come
Naturally and with ease.
Those shining stars
Could thread together
In beautiful constellations,
Pulling me to you.
Then again, maybe not.
Maybe I'd rather know
That my success is truly mine.
Maybe I'd love the satisfaction
Of rising after a fall.
I certainly know
Above anything else
That in any galaxy,
In any universe,
I have never needed stars
To find my way to you.