I feel just like a star
A hurling ball of energy
Pure existence never really formed
Literally cosmic but never tethered
Never known but by a hidden creator
Loved by you for a moment
Until I burned you up
It’s in my nature
To yearn never satisfied
Doubled up and eating myself
Catching glimpses
Shining fire
For a moment outside of my orbit
Meaningless
But very very real.
Where do stars go when they die?
