I dream of too much
I take deep breathes
I wish for so much
I close my eyes and pray

I always think about how the stars are connected to the cells in my body
One of them dies and another is born
My neck is cramped from looking up at the sky every chance I could get

Sometimes I think "What a marvelous world we live in"
and then I get into my existential bubble because my mind simply couldn't comprehend the depth of God

But I am glad to hear my heartbeat
I am glad to feel my heart break
For this world is but a fragment of My imagination
and I am part of it after all

So how could you every expect me to shrink my heart
when there is nothing small about me?