Last night i saw a star
fall.
dead.
gone.
the night cried
when my star
died.
where did it go?
why did nobody care?
the spark was left alone
forgotten.
the fire burnt out.
the passion wept.
no hope
it couldnt cope
it was over.
supernova.
ayne rand "Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me." from the book 'anthem'
