Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are! You utter the native tongue of eternity, When I stopped to speak to you one soundlessly desolate summer night. Your babbling was beautifully soothing, Though I heard absolutely nothing. Up above a world so high, Staring at millions of diamonds in the sky, I suddenly know all the answers to the puzzles. I gaze up at your blinding twinkle, And you flaunt me your splendid eyes of hope. Teaching me that life is further than your numberless worries, Because tonight the stars are seen. We couldn’t count the stars for each and every one of our frets, But we could try for everything we love. You remind me that our existence is short, And so very meaningful. Whenever I feel wretched and in despair, I stop to stare at the pitch black night sky, And meet my eyes with you. It’s the moment our eyes interlock, That I remember the definition I promised to find in life. When I look at you, I think back to what molds my soul, And discover millions of stars inside. It was then, That I found my meaning, In something that had either several, Or entirely none. Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are!