Looking through the windows of the future
Bright are the stars that guide the moon
Gazed my eyes on the sky,
hoping to see my name engraved in capitals of fire in the stars,
was nothing but just a mere dream.
Sorrows blind my vision
because the mission has been hit by a series of misfortune
Have the heavens forgotten about me?
The stars purpose shine as bright as possible
but why does it feel like something is striving hard to dim mine?

Believing is a mere word
because the results are never forthcoming!
Why cannot the universe talk the talk even the deaf can hear?
The fuel that fills my soul seems to be dipping low with every breath I take.
The purpose was to shine,
the journey is too rocky to pass
Imitation never creates new invention.