It was painted in glowing stars,
and the room was very dark.
I couldn't see where I was going,
but I thought I was limitless.
Those stars were real to me, and they
were closer than ever.
And I was going to touch them,
I was going to be among them,
but they were just an illusion.
Why did I think I could reach the stars
when I should've known that
they're really a false reality
and dreams don't come true
because the stars aren't real,
but only glowing specks of paint on closed doors.