Wishing on a dying star
for things you think would
make you twinkle with joy
What could be more absurd
and even sadist to an extent?
If some cosmic rubble were to change
the contents of your day,
what about the rubbish you keep piling
in astronomical proportions each day?
If the universe works as precise
as to keep this ball of mud
at the exact spot
and distance from the Sun
precise to the millionth decimal,
you think your actions will go overlooked
for your wishing, on some star, to be granted?
If you still do albeit
there is no dearth of stars dying,
falling from grace and height.
All you have to, is wait and wish,
wait to mock their fate
as you wish to change yours
and yearn to be a star yourself.
Unknowingly completing the circle of life.
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