Easy For Them To Say
The stars tell me to keep going,
but it's easy for them to say
when they spend eternity motionless,
watching a thousand sunrises and sunsets.
The moon tells me to smile,
to just open my wings and fly,
but it's easy for him to say
when he is tethered to the Earth.
What a wonderful feeling it must be,
to know that you'll never fall.
To know that no matter how many times you disappear,
people still look for you.
To know that no matter how many scars you have,
people still find you breathtakingly beautiful.
I look to the sky to find answers
but we are intricate reflections of each other.
After all, isn't closing your eyes
the same as staring into the night sky?