Thrown and thrown and thrown once again To the wind That blows in the heavens A day in the life of many young searchers For fame Waiting to be grasped Try as they might to catch the stars In the black bulging space Their toil will eventually be rewarded Stride forward fearless on the back of fear Resisting the failure That snaps and bites their ankles Destiny hovers and ducks and weaves Seemingly impossible But the strong will catch their dreams