The stars are like a collection of chaos,
forever to circle are earth,
wishing for the recognition,
that they truly deserve.

They say that time travels differently,
in the void,
that sometimes the stars can die,
even before we had the chance to truly see them,
to truly see them for what they are.

Sure they might be a collection of dust and rock,
but for many they are a savior,
to realize that the world is so much bigger,
then the stupid problems we face everyday,
is a blessing in disguise.

And the phases of the moon,
like an old friend,
only showing parts of itself,
is she afraid to get hurt,
or planning to bring you down?

She effects the tides,
going up and down,
all day, everyday,
she chooses when they go up and down,
messing with people who rely on the sea.
Like picking up the strings of a puppet,
having full control over everything.

Maybe we need to think about the moons and the stars more,
the innocence that matter can bring,
the revolving of the planets and stars,
to bring us back to reality of that,
the universe is bigger than it seems.