The stars are bright,
Shinning from the yester year daylight,
Nothing can stop me from living tonight,
Feeling like I’m on the upper echelon of my prime,
I’m my only enemy that I see at night,
Planes hovering over my eyes,
Bags heavy from putting in my grind,
Aging ever so but that’s life,
To breath is the miracle that the dead seek but can’tfind,
I have over come each challenging plight,
It is just me and the world taking flight,
Traveling at the speed of light,
Closing my eyes to end this whimsical sight.
By Anonymous
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