the stars glare at me,
and i think they're disappointed.
i did every little thing
on my bucket list—
kiss light in the dark,
unfreeze the night's mist...
still,
whatever i do
all the colors won't change.
they just sit in the thick, heavy air
and fog up my vision—
a kaleidoscope in front of my eyes,
reminding me what i am yet to accomplish.