Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star. In the midst of a collision I am traveling far. Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission. I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition. I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion. Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion. The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away. I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day. I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood. If I could have I would have and then again I should. But that is neither here nor there so I will fair. I have accumulated a bit and have much to share. However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck. One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck. Once you find it you will be well on your way, You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006