Stars

In a galaxy; far far away, there lays a dream. A common dream we share as humans. One we tell others that it can not happen. We bring each other down. Telling each other we are stars with more dividing then uniting because we want to witness it for ourselves. It's to succeed. To grow old and be content. To move on like shooting stars dissipating at the sound of raindrops and not to fear commitment. We say this dream on repeat. On a constant loop saying, "I can, I can, I know I can." Yet there's something- there's something we can't do. We can't except ourselves for who we are and who we want to become. We cannot notice that we were never meant to be common we were set on this planet to be comets. Setting ideas around the world making our friends and family grief in our success. We will one day say we did it and I will scream that I belong among the stars and so do you. Your father will say Sky is not the limit, he'll tell you to take this dream, and smile while he brings you your galaxy. And as I stand here today. With my two feet on the ground defining all laws of gravity. I'll slowly countdown the numbers again, until we can take his dream and show that we are not astronauts trying to fit in on the wrong moon. In 3,

2,

1.

Blast off.