Have you ever tried to taste the stars?
Does the belief that you can't fly grow with each lonely day?
Will you ever try to see through the inky darkness around you?
Can you see the swirling milky galaxies that separate us?
Would you take me hand if given half the chance?
Do you dream of me as we sleep among the moons?
Are the gases of hope still floating in your heart?
Are the answers that I seek still hidden among the stars?
Or are you building constellations as a way to hide your sky?
