Consciousness

Is it worth it to look to the stars?

To what length can willpower take me to?
I reach for the stars knowing I can only pretend.
Dreams blind me from the confinement of reality.
Still, I close my eyes and leave it to fate to be my friend.


Although my outcome is quite clear, I hope for the best
Fluttering around me the is truth closing in
I cover my eyes but I can see through the cracks of my fingers
Even if the scoreboard says that I'm losing, I believe that I can win






Gazing into a cloudy, star-filled night, I lean forward crossing my arms;
Doubtful of the worth of the stars.

Author's Note

I tried to jam all my thoughts into this. I tried to make it longer...I really did but I could not find anything else to put down.

Reviews

[MiidniightSoul]

A very beautifully written poem. Lovely, optimistic and full of light and hope. Great job.

[Raven Wilson]

This seems like a familiar thought process, although I admit that my own is less optimistic. I admire this as I admire much of our work. It seems so light, but with a message to it.