cosmic reverie

i wish i were born a planet...

to constantly bask in elation, synching with

nature in a stellar waltz with a blazing star

.

instead, i remain on listless terrain that

only houses hypocrisy and cheap thrills

.

i should've been an astronaut, exploring

distant kingdoms wrought with history,

venturing into the great unknown

.

instead, i assemble words in a crowded shack,

competing with artificial ink and 'fake' media

.

somewhere along the way, i made a pit stop

only planned to rest a while until

comfort allotted an extended stay...

months became years

dreams held at bay

flames fizzled to ash

...and the moments caught up

i plucked my first gray at thirty,

acquired allergies at forty and

joined AARP at fifty...

if only I had died instead of her

time is not a relentless construct

but more of a foe that can't be beat

.

i wish it was i who conceived a galactic theory

or discovered the rings of Saturn;

to live among celestial achievements that

brought meaning to a blossoming world

.

instead, i end this verse on a grounded note:

i may have missed a few horizons unfolding,

but orbiting within the great expanse, is far from over