Longing Stars

Length of the roads of old in aging wine,

Time stretches to days to months to years.

What may be the sunshine of life,

Becomes the nights of burning tears.

Will you be a fall of shining stars,

Or will you crash at the end of the the parade?

Will I be something of late to myself,

Will I smile or will I fade?

I long to be something different,

Something loving and something new.

But will I ever be that way to them?

That way to them and that way to you...

Am I always boring,

Someone that no one sees.

Does no one even notice me,

Am I acting in these movies?

So long to the great life,

To the children left behind.

What we conquer and take,

We first must find.

So search high and low,

Pass the houses and places of old.

Become who you feel to be,

And never what your past foretold.

Do you long for what you cannot see?

Do you long for the futures oceans?

Do you find yourself becoming lost,

In this world's commotion.

Longing can be dangerous to hear,

But almost pleasing to the eyes.

Step back little one and see your fate,

Do you hear that? Those are your cries.