I was a newborn star, so hungry for the spotlight that I blazed a trail of wishful thinking,
I burnt so fast that they barely saw me coming.
Too high and on my own, I fell short, and lost my grip.
They thought it was just brightly lit glamour, the spark that became a starburst.
But on my back, all I saw was the limitless darkness beyond.
Then like a glimmer, bleak but beating, some halo in the sky caught my attention. I closed my eyes and murmurred to the moon
- maybe a wish, but mostly a prayer.
I felt a whisper rush over me, hushed and unheard like the nighttime breeze. But the distant moon was unaware,
so I roared till the sky heard my endless plea.
When I dared to open my eyes, I saw the moon bow down to me while the stars shook off the dust in their eyes,
and the sun rolled out its carpet
as I climbed my way up to the sky once more.