24 Hours Ago

Twenty-four hours ago I was a poet looking for a life. Twelve hours on this day I became an artist just searching for a dream or a fantasy in the stars. I don't know where my heart's at, so maybe I should make a wish and pray. No amount of stars can shine the way to my real life. I've already died but I just can't leave without her. I feel like I owe her more than my life, so by the end of the night I'm gonna make her wish come true instead of mine.