Inception of a Shining Star
Millions of stars are born each day,
while every passing second,
a million pass away.
Some say the sky is the limit,
some say shoot for the stars,
but once we meet the latter,
Do we ignore the existence of those afar?
Is not every star as important as every one of ours?
In a multiverse of universes where a star's shine
is nebulous at an interminable distance,
Should that star be discounted,
should that star be discarded?
Every passing second, every passing day,
millions of stars are forgotten,
but I will stand Today.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world