Aug 2019
I once knew a girl
who looked up at the sky
I asked everyone
but no one knew why
So I asked her "Why
is your gaze in the air?"
She paused for a moment,
then answered with care.
"I feel the answer's
up there in the stars.
Beyond busy streets
clogged up with cars."
"Not astrology or myths.
But our identity.
She left to gaze more,
Her eyes bright and free.
who looked up at the sky
I asked everyone
but no one knew why
So I asked her "Why
is your gaze in the air?"
She paused for a moment,
then answered with care.
"I feel the answer's
up there in the stars.
Beyond busy streets
clogged up with cars."
"Not astrology or myths.
But our identity.
She left to gaze more,
Her eyes bright and free.
First version: I once knew a girl/Who always looked up in the sky/I talked to everyone/But no one knew why/So I asked her "Why/Is your gaze in the Air?"/"I feel the answer/Is hidden up there./I don't mean astrology,/Or fate as myths define it./I mean the exploration/Of the stars and planets."/She sent me a letter/Many years later./A few simple words/On a slip of paper./"I found my answer."
