Last night
I sat outside,
Counting
All the stars
In the sky.

I lied upon
The damp
Grass
Still drying from
The
Rain.
Waiting for
A star
To fall into
The atmosphere,

Although
Not a single one did,
I still managed
To gain a
Tiny piece of
Infinity
While lying
Effortlessly
Upon the
Ground.

I know
Now
That it was
Never about
Settling
My
Scores,

But with
A tiny
Piece of
Infinity,
I'm left
With only
Wanting
More.