I look out my window, hoping to find
the brightest star the sky holds up.
I do not though, instead I see this.
Something only I can understand--
Dozens of planes are flying up there.
Only one destination is on their mind
and sadly, that place is not the middle
of my bedroom, breaking everything.
A satellite sends signals down to Earth.
We do not know yet-- maybe they have
found life on another planet out there.
Or maybe, it's just a lousy daytime show.
No matter what it is though, I know this.
The sky is a soap opera full of those stars.
There are many of them, none alike at all.
All are very different, as is everything here.
