A long walk home
could evoke a worry
that all journeys end altogether
abruptly
like how stars fall out of the sky
in a blink of an eye.
Out of nowhere
they succumb and fade
they do not know
what they stand for
like how long nights take toll
on unclaimed dreams.
And so we pray
and diminish these falling stars
into questions
of why journeys end
asking
'What do we stand for?
To where do we fall?'
