dear society: why do you proclaim ignorance is an easy passage to popularity jealousy is how to earn respect tearing eachother down is how to succeed and caring takes you on a route to failure how does this establish humanity when it is almost inhumane
Man-made phenomena litters the sky, these satellites orbit themselves --celestial magnets befriending the galaxy.
Eccentric hours of the day and night lend themselves to the after party, where the girls run in spirals, the boys just taper off, it’s a strange side effect to all the confection and confetti --an interstellar jackpot with all the quirks!
There’s no moon out of reach to bury one’s flag in to or hang a quote from, no riddle wisenheimers can't complacently decipher.
As missions go this is prime and far too lucrative when the star machine starts throwing back from the electronic heavens, shooting them off in such bizarre bans of incensed fire, a sure reflection of fireworks against the artificial currents of this drug.
There’s no catching these shooting stars lightyears from here, but if you ask nice, they just might send you a selfie the next time your trajectories coincide.
You're the greatest one here, and everyone knows. The best people stay, the bad ones go. You constantly remind us about your strength, your list goes on, far in length. The rest of us are rocks in your road. But you've kicked us away, and there you strode. We've been below you since that day. But you don't care about us anyway. You're the queen of the hill, the rest of us ants. Crown on your head, you always enchant. You're bigger and better, the rest of us small. We mean nothing to you at all. Maybe it's okay that we fit in the cracks. Go back on the road, and here we'll backtrack. I don't need to trample like you. Kings and queens are overthrown too.