Scattered are the stars I see,
like paper pages I've torn apart
steady on a tight rope, I have walked
and kept a close guard on my thoughts.
Heavy are the burdens I carry,
yet I've always looked towards the future
a sense of optimism I keep in a bottle,
I won't let it out because I fear it'll spill;
I see through thousands of eyes,
I've heard from a hundred ears
I gathered the thoughts of the people all around me
and put them into photographs
Gathered up the thinkers, the poets and the liars
and sought out every one
of your many heart's desires
scattered are the stars I see,
yet we are all under one sky
and one day the end of it all,
will be the end of I.
© Danielle Willard, 2018. All rights reserved.