Yours is not to question, Why not?
Yours is to sit alone at night and cry.
Yours is to accept that,
you will not win;
you will die trying.
Yours is to dream of a world
that could have been
if only one more soul stood along
and then another, and another …
but alas!
Yours is to vision the ceiling melt into a starry night.
Yours is to pick a spot amongst their mighty company.
Yours is to shoot across it in a brilliant streak,
that slows time,
and for an instant,
which seems stretched into eternity,
all those stars cease blinking,
and night turns to day.
And in that brilliant diamond world,
you'll live forever;
a star for stars.