Star-like Thoughts

"My thoughts

are stars

I cannot fathom

into

constellaions."

Shooting across

the sky

of my brain.

I try

to change

their position

to avoid

the pain

of what was lost

and what is yet

to gain.

I cannot tell

whether

I should go back

to the first

or continue

onward,

on the new

fresh

unbeaten path.

With the second,

I could be happy

finally

But,

what if

it

will crash

and burn

like a plane

with a gas

leak.

The emotion

flowing out and

away

never to be

seen

again, and

causing pain

like never before.

Just because

of what

was yet to gain.

I suppose

I will take

a

risk,

gamble

for

the chance

of true

happiness.

Realizing,

not for the

first time,

that I

cannot

control my

star-like thoughts,

I allow them

to become

the constellations

that they may.