Garage View
I am like a star falling in the space that is to far to reach. I shoot across the sky and for a second I am a breath of relief. A hope in a dream that we wish will come true, my star is yours to hold on to.
So grip me tight and wish away. I cannot promise I will be here for the rest of your days. I slip through the cracks when your grip is released, but then I hear a prayer for belief. So I change my shooting direction and in your view I soar. All the while hoping tonights wish comes true.
I am still falling and have yet to be caught. Don’t pity me, it is not my fault. Life has a journey that we do not always understand, but with an acceptance we know there is always a plan. I may be making the wrong choices, and I may be doing the wrong things. But when you are not in my existence; I cannot stop and pretend.
Bite your tongue when you start to doubt. Life will always work itself out. If the world is putting its back to you, understand that I am probably not your shooting star. But when the winds of nature keep blowing me back to you, enjoy the moment and take advantage of the love you then share. Why rush patience? We all know that in the end fate will reveal its plan.
I am lucky to know you. I am lucky to be apart of you. I am lucky to know that in your heart I am a little piece of gold. Now see your luck that you have shared with me and take a step into simplicity. It does not matter the status we wear; no one’s cares should ever determine what is ours to bare.
from bottom left gaze three fourths the way up slide a little right. That one- that star, make it mine.
