Star Gazing
It feels like it’s been forever,
Spending eternity unmoving,
Cluttered with bugs and branches—
Still, stuck to the same tree.
All I do is watch the stars,
Watching as they shine,
Each one trying to steal my gaze.
But then I saw the moon,
Infatuated, so full of life,
It didn’t bombard me with light,
Yet it was the brightest in sight.
Everything began to clear—
While I was left motionless,
My vision a blur—
I cried.
The moon gave me a choice,
To chase its light,
Or stay stuck on this tree.
And for once in my life—
I stood.
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