I looked at the stars and wondered if shine just for the fun of it. Do they sleep, do they wake? Do
they take a rest if they are tired. Is it nice that they constantly shine? Do the stars grow old.
Do they ever cry. Do they ever pray? It’s actually useless how I a person, so meek, so still can
think of stars when stars do not even think about me.
I was told to do a whole lot and yet I sit and still wonder will it ever get done. What’s the point
anyway? Aren’t we all going to die? At times I wish my death can come sooner than planned
or even just surprise me into caring more about life.
To be honest I don’t even know what this is about. I just wanted to say something. Say something
about the music. About the life I chose to live. To put my thoughts to good use. They need to
at least be something productive. To achieve some goal if necessary