A SURVEY UNDER THE STARS

I look for myself among

The stars of the Milky Way

At a time when I am young

Conducting a survey:

Who am I to be when old?

Will my heart become too warm,

Or, perhaps, grow far too cold?

How will my soul through time form?

What is everything you need—

Respect, confidence, and joy?

Is it proper for me to bleed

On my way to man from boy?

If the stars treat me too kindly,

Will I still learn my lesson,

Or will I take it blindly,

Or become a better person?

How am I to ever know

What I am worth or deserve:

And will it be the stars to bestow,

Or each purpose that I serve?