Shall I relate to you
The way in which I saw those stars
It seemed that only I
Could truly see them for their wonder
A wonder pure and untechnical
Every night I craned my neck
Just to glimpse those
Shiny specks of hope
I fancied I saw the faintest hues of
Blue and red
A promise of other masses out there
Floating in that infinite amount of space
Where my pain looks quite small and insignificant
As the days passed and my wonder grew
I noticed others did not crane their necks as I did
Did they not see and feel the infinite amounts of hope and doom and desperation?
Again I wonder
Can't they hear ants walk
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