If I was a religious man,
I would ask who made the stars.
Took a needle and pin-pricked the dark fabric of the sky

If I was a scientist,
I would ask how the stars stay alive.
Fascinated by gasses and reactions countless miles away

If I was an explorer,
I would pine to see the stars.
Experience the danger and beauty firsthand, like no one else

But I am just a humble man of words
The only question I have in regards to the stars
Is how they wound up in your eyes.