All we are are broken stars from the falling sky. A sky full of dreams and we are told we are broken and cannot touch the sky. So we sit. Waiting as the time goes by. Waiting for the day when are dreams, the dreams people say will remain just a dream, to come true. We wait, till night becomes day and our dreams become dust. Why is this our way? We do not seek to find our dreams but hope that they will come to us out of the blue. Nothing good ever comes out of the blue. Just ask the swimmer who got bit by a shark. The point is our dreams aren't dogs, we can't call on them to come. If we sit there waiting we become broken stars falling from the sky.