One can look at the stars

One might see just pin points of light in the inky black sky

One might see those points connected together in pictures and stories

One might think of the burning balls of gas millions of miles away

I am not like them

I look up, I see dreams.

I see hopes,

I see my past, and myself as a child

I would gaze in wonder at those many stars

I would look up and see the past

Of everyone that had like me, stared into that sky for guidance

Those small lights

Those stories

Those burning balls of gas

Would show them the way