People of the world, like me,
we wake up every morning,
brush and breakfast…
and believe we are going about our life
making our presentations,
making it to offices in time,
picking up kids from schools,
running marathons,
travelling on trains, planes,
cars, trucks, ships, carrying cargo,
mail, tourists…
dashing to dinner appointments,
shrink sessions, PTA meets,
blind dates, getting in and out of taxicabs,
pushing our way through traffic jams…
but if you zoom out a little and look
at our trails from up there,
you’ll notice that what we are really doing
is tracing circles around you… one round at a time.
Because, we are the satellites, asteroids, cosmic dust,
but you, my dear, are the star.
The difference between me and the other satellites?
It’s just that, unlike all the others,
I shine as bright as I can when the light
from your eyes falls on me…
even if you’re light years away.
I’m your moon! And baby, you’re my lucky star!
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
People of the world, like me,
we wake up every morning,
brush and breakfast…
and believe we are going about our life
making our presentations,
making it to offices in time,
picking up kids from schools,
running marathons,
travelling on trains, planes,
cars, trucks, ships, carrying cargo,
mail, tourists…
dashing to dinner appointments,
shrink sessions, PTA meets,
blind dates, getting in and out of taxicabs,
pushing our way through traffic jams…
but if you zoom out a little and look
at our trails from up there,
you’ll notice that what we are really doing
is tracing circles around you… one round at a time.
Because, we are the satellites, asteroids, cosmic dust,
but you, my dear, are the star.
The difference between me and the other satellites?
It’s just that, unlike all the others,
I shine as bright as I can when the light
from your eyes falls on me…
even if you’re light years away.
I’m your moon! And baby, you’re my lucky star!
February 18, 2012
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