midnight thoughts

s t a r s

His head is a universe
Full of hopeful stars
Faint, bright stars
That creates a sea
Of delusional galaxies.

People often point at his stars
Telling him his constellations
Don't make any sense.
"They're impossible to reach.
You will never be rich."

One night with a starless sky,
He became one of the stars.

– John🌃