If I were a star,

Would I be bright or would I be dull?

Would I be far or would I be near?

Would I be gazed at by the prying eye?

Or just another dot in the sky?

Perhaps be given a curious name

Or an undiscovered place.

But if I were a star,

In a galaxy of many stars.

It probably would not matter,

In the platter of brilliance.

Probably I would just be another fire,

Waiting to shatter and be extinguished.

Nothing unique and nothing distinguished.

Just as I am in my human form.

Waiting for the grave and to be forgotten.