"Count the stars and I will tell you how long you have to live," perhaps the most foolish of all sayings, but really glance at those wonderful objects. Not perfect but just right. Who knows the questions they have that makes them highly tempered.
Maybe am not thinking right or am just simply deep in my own thoughts, Searching within myself to find what I possibly needs. I am as highly tempered as the stars. I have found faults in my stars and I need fixing.....
* I discovered that there are things am not good at and that inspired me to write this poem. Don't forget to vote for this story. Stay blessed.