Trying hard to not just be
the shooting star no one can see;
I'm trying hard to be someone
and not just drown alone.
I want to make a footprint in the sand upon the earth;
Although I try it's always wiped away with the high-rising surf.
I'm trying hard to turn into
a star that makes wishes come true;
I'm trying hard to glisten; shimmer
--All I ever do is flicker...
For one million years I have waited to shine
but I can't foresee light in my life anytime;
I'm just wasting in space, wasting space in spaceless-ness
as everyone flies with shooting stars of brilliance.
Do I lack the fire?
Do I lack a flame?
Without wick am I just set to rot my life away?
Hopelessly existing in this gravity-less hell
while every hour upon hour my cold heart becomes a shell;
Dreams of shooting far across the pristine-lit night sky
become a distant memory of times where hope was still alive.
Perfect timing and position high upon the clear night sky,
hoping at least one person will see as I fly by.
Only once I get to shoot, and then that's it for me...
I guess that I will always be the shooting star that's never seen.
