Those Who Don't

Of Stars

I could touch the stars when I was closer to the ground

Further from the light and city, cut off from the sound

I could stretch my arm and grab one, hold it in my palm

Wish my wish upon its glow, a princess to be crowned

I could build a world around me taller than the trees

Realer than the grass below me, stirring in the breeze

Darker than the blackest hole, but brighter than the sun

Bringing life to all my subjects with a youthful ease

As a kid I feared no death, not by an adult's hands

A grown up could not hope to conquer all my made up lands

In my reign I did not think me capable of fault

So my world unraveled, real life tugging at the strands

I can scratch my nails against the canvas of black ink

Add pinpricks of silver, white, sapphire, gold, and pink

Closer to the blackboard, now, I'm bigger than a child

Imagination falls away-now I have to think.