Lying Sky

Do you ever look at the stars and just leave home? Leave earth?

Because when I see those shining beauties dotted like white paint,

They take me to a universe without any distractions.

An interesting thing about stars,

You never know if they’re really dead or not.

The radiant goddess you’re invested in,

 Could be nonexistent anymore.

Isn’t it funny?

How even the sky can lie?

The littlest things can trick you anywhere you look.

For all you know,

The dazzling star you treasure and wish upon every night

Could be, in reality, just an image of its corpse that’s long gone.

These projections of stars remind me of us humans.

How we’re capable of projecting lies to create false hope for those needing it.

How we cling to the thought of us still living on after death by using our own image.

I guess hoping that the stars will take me away is wishful thinking.

After all, I’m already living with stars every day on earth

This poem is about: 
Me

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