As I look up at the stars

they look right back at me,

millions of constellations

staring into my soul.

As I look up at the stars

they ignite a flame within me,  

they feed me the idea that

I can do anything,

that i can jump right off this cold roof

and fly.  

As I look up at the stars

I see my grandmother,  

her wise, crooked smile

and sad eyes dancing

along with the angels.  

As I look up at the stars

I am sad,  

the world is ever expanding,  

rapidly, time passes

and I am still.  

As I look up at the stars

I wish to float off this destructive earth,  

and join my grandmother

and the dancing angels,  

and the beautiful constellations

and the stars staring into my soul,

but I am still.