thath thvam asi
At the end of a roasted day
In the warmth of a lonely night
I look at my window expecting a breeze
And gaze through it at a lonely star.
A star that arrives there every night &
Yet remains dead for a million years
Why am I destined to stare at it?
Just to realize I'll die too?
The world's so strange, for all I know.
And my experiences, so very few.
There's a design, I'm so damn sure.
And it's all but just impure.
The star looks surprised for
I'm here just tonight.
And I already begin to miss
The dead one I met last night.
Do all dead become stars?
Would I get to be one too?
For I can twinkle forever
And laugh at some mere mortals.