I was standing on the precipice
Of what would or would not be,
And with my mind, I fought
To falter or be free.
Though with my dying star,
Its colours all Indigo and gold,
I couldn’t stray too far
From its light or captivating hold.
I wished upon it,
Almost down on my knees,
I loved it and worshipped it,
As silly as it seems.
And then I realised, it’s light…it was fading,
And I couldn’t save it from itself,
I turned away, even though I wanted to stay,
It no longer mattered how I felt.
So, I chose to be strong, be free,
And I walked away from all that spoilt and marred,
Then I remembered what I loved for, and lived for,
And now I no longer wish upon that star.