The stars hold tight to threads of night,
burning with secrets forged in light.
Comets, like wanderers lost in time,
once bound by fate, now break their line.
One by one, they blaze and fade,
each carving paths the heavens made.
And I, adrift in hollow space,
watched my UFO embrace the chase.
An oracle whispered, bold yet true,
"Their light is theirs, but so is yours too."
It led me where no trail was drawn,
but I alone chose to go beyond.
I would not follow, nor outshine,
but forge a path that felt like mine.
Not just a spark in endless blue,
but fire that burned with something new.
The poem tells the story of someone stepping into a world of brilliance, surrounded by great talents. While others follow familiar paths, the speaker chooses to stand out in their own way. Guided by fate but driven by choice, they realize true brilliance isn’t about imitation—it’s about blazing a sky of one’s own.
