fly, kid

reach for the stars

and if you ever get one

could you tell me what it smells like

is it cinnamon

is it warm laundry and sunshine

is it cold metal and tears

is it like love

does it smell like something 

that's been sitting alone in the dark for thousands,

millions of years

thinking about whether it could cry

not not, just

if it ever wanted to 

and tell me

whether they were happy

because a star's happiness is like gold

or maybe, something even more valuable

maybe it's something that could make us feel 

that everything we've discovered up until now

is completely irrelevant

and we can start anew today