Star-like Thoughts
"My thoughts
are stars
I cannot fathom
into
constellaions."
Shooting across
the sky
of my brain.
I try
to change
their position
to avoid
the pain
of what was lost
and what is yet
to gain.
I cannot tell
whether
I should go back
to the first
or continue
onward,
on the new
fresh
unbeaten path.
With the second,
I could be happy
finally
But,
what if
it
will crash
and burn
like a plane
with a gas
leak.
The emotion
flowing out and
away
never to be
seen
again, and
causing pain
like never before.
Just because
of what
was yet to gain.
I suppose
I will take
a
risk,
gamble
for
the chance
of true
happiness.
Realizing,
not for the
first time,
that I
cannot
control my
star-like thoughts,
I allow them
to become
the constellations
that they may.