Secret starlight
blazes across
the night sky
that I spy.

It promises
a reality
of wonder,
and endless possibilities.

Starship dreams
that inspire me
to sit and believe
we can be
something
wonderfully
unpredictable.

Back on the grass
I watched
those hopes pass
like gas
from my ***.

I seek and ask
why is this,
how is that,
but even when
I find my own answers
I still fall behind.

Books, and movies,
strange new stories,
inspire my poetry,
informing the artistry
I try to weave,

but reality
brings me back down
to this brown
earthly ground.

Hope dies
as I realize
that I am not
the norm.

Most people
dream of
money and
fancy things.

So, in sadness
I keep escaping
in fantasy.

Light speed,
sorcery,
sci-fi,
horror.

While my brethren
descend into the cavern
that devours
millennia of progress.