If you look up into the galaxy

The stars that dance for you

They want you to see them

Not as stars

But as the balls of fires they could’ve been.

Now, open your hand.

Can you see the miles of dreamers

Who believed they stood taller than the mountains?

Can you feel the spirits of the adventurers

The quests that led them to treasure

And the ones that gave them beautiful curses?

Okay, close your eyes.

I do not want you to see the world through the wind

Or hear the sounds that pound against your drums.

I want you to remain still,

And wonder how it felt to be honest.

I want you to remember the secrets you kept from yourself

I want you to bring up your suppressed glee, your vibrant sadness,

Your soul

Up to the surface.

Can you guess what I want you to do next?

I want you to let it all free.