If words are made from stardust
Then every thing I’ve ever said
Is made from light,
Even the bad.
If people are made from stardust,
Then every person I’ve ever met
Is made in heaven
Even my enemies.
If worlds are made from stardust,
Then we all are born
In outer space
Even the ones among us
that lack imagination.
So how best to explore the cosmos?
When here,
In this big blue planet of ours:
Are a million galaxies to explore.
Treasure hunts in our backyard
Tin foil hats, space ships and bubble gum
A million types of play-doh jarred
I’d pop the lids and start the fun
Shaping my own universe
With rules to break
I’d stay up late
Dreaming of those stars afar
And in the day
Staring at the sun until it hurts
Now I’m here above the world
There’s not much difference
The toys are bigger
Though bubble gum is not allowed
The play dough seems so real
I try to mold the world
It doesn’t budge
I’m here to do repairs
A few spare parts
Are in my goody bag
But there’s no party
There is no setting sail
Across the universe
There is no Captain Spock
I’m here on orders
Just like this big machine
A disenchanted astronaut
No room for fantasies in outer space
In this real world
You’re paid and trained
And then your dreams are drained
I wonder what they’d do
If I changed course
Towards the sun
To fill a flask with stardust and return
To sprinkle it across the earth
Until we burn
And melt into a children’s clay
Let it be known
In this tin-can where shadows play
Only with childish wisdom can we see
The contours of our true identity
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