Stars. Millions of them.
Gazing down at us. With their glittering gaze.
As we lay sprawled, on the cold, silver sand.
Four tiny figures, looking up at the sky, in awe.
The stars provide much fodder for thought.
We gaze, in retrospect, as nostalgia creeps in.
We think of times, happy and sad.
Of times that shone bright, and times the shine was clouded. Of
mistakes we've made, of opportunities we've missed.
While the stars, who have seen us through it all, smile down at us, knowingly.
We gaze, as we look for answers.
Answers to our insecurities, answers to inexplicable voids.
We look for directions, as we grope around in the darkness, in search of light.
While the stars, omniscient, smile at us, knowingly, bidding us to learn.
We still lay, insignificant and deluded, beneath the stars.
Still looking for answers. Still in pursuit.
Trying to connect the dots, trace out directions, seeking
enlightenment from the twinkling sky.'
The stars seem timeless. Infinite.
They seem to be a part of a bigger plan. One beyond our comprehension.
But there's solace in the insignificance.
We still grope around in darkness, but the stars tell us there will be
light.That they have it all planned, as they smile down at us,
knowingly.
Gazing down at us. With their glittering gaze.
As we lay sprawled, on the cold, silver sand.
Four tiny figures, looking up at the sky, in awe.
The stars provide much fodder for thought.
We gaze, in retrospect, as nostalgia creeps in.
We think of times, happy and sad.
Of times that shone bright, and times the shine was clouded. Of
mistakes we've made, of opportunities we've missed.
While the stars, who have seen us through it all, smile down at us, knowingly.
We gaze, as we look for answers.
Answers to our insecurities, answers to inexplicable voids.
We look for directions, as we grope around in the darkness, in search of light.
While the stars, omniscient, smile at us, knowingly, bidding us to learn.
We still lay, insignificant and deluded, beneath the stars.
Still looking for answers. Still in pursuit.
Trying to connect the dots, trace out directions, seeking
enlightenment from the twinkling sky.'
The stars seem timeless. Infinite.
They seem to be a part of a bigger plan. One beyond our comprehension.
But there's solace in the insignificance.
We still grope around in darkness, but the stars tell us there will be
light.That they have it all planned, as they smile down at us,
knowingly.