We are born of the stars in this restricting flesh
And yearn to discover our way back to origins.
We reach for the world and demand that it yields
The secrets of its essence to our greedy fingers
We hoist ourselves up and start walking away
With barely half-learnt worlds of knowledge
And seek the next thrill, the bigger enigma
Until we’ve given everything just a cursory glance.
It catches up to us after we learn how to speak
And realize we don’t quite own the descriptives,
So we throw ourselves in the things we suppose
Should be beyond words – convenient excuses
Until we forget not to take them so earnestly
And we waste eternities looking in one’s eyes
Searching for stars that twinkle ironically
On the other edge of pretty, fake lashes.
It takes us long whiles to realize the difference
Between momentary distraction and true value,
Until we separate what deserves our fascination,
We’ve already wasted forever on wrong paths
But it’s fine, because we’re children of the stars
And that’s only a forever out of the very many
That we get to experiment with and get wrong.
Maybe next time we’ll use those forevers more wisely.