I want to believe

I want to believe that my real essence Is that of a sparkling star; Made to delight those who watch me from afar And to inspire them as to want to catch me In spite of never being able to! I want to believe that my afterlife Is well secured, set to be acted out In some far away land Well-guarded by the Gods And by those from whom the source Of life gets its energy! I want to believe that I walk according To some sort of pre-ordained fate Written not by me or by my will But by a power which shall remain so mighty That my frail stature shall never decipher it! I want to believe in magic, in this world's beauty, In the good will of those who are like me In the potency of clear streams as they gurgle by In the brightness of the moon as it shines over me Why, In everything that makes my heart skip a beat!