Falling Dream

I never want my dreams to be real.

I look up so I can find one dot among the thousands of stars.

Every one of them is a dream, all of which are mine.

Dreams that are so far away that no matter how much time or effort I put, I will never reach them.

But maybe,

Maybe it’s for the best that those stars in my night sky will never be near.

What I want for my future, what I want for my life,

It cannot be decided by the stars.

For my life is nowhere near a dream.

For my own being is nowhere near that of a star.

Wherever it goes, I’ll have little control–

Of quiet acceptance.

Yet there is one.

One dream,

One star,

Something, someone, some place, some time,

That I wish would fall down onto my world,

So that I could feel its warmth,

Until it sears the most inner core of myself.

Maybe one day,

It will show me a future that I can cherish alongside this familiar darkness.

It’s thanks to the stars, I get to be here.

And it’s thanks to that star, having yet to fall, I get to continue being here.