Stars

I was taught to reach for stars,

To cross galaxies and quasars,

I was taught to find within them glory,

Yet never could reach them,

So I found myself admiring instead of aspiring,

Thinking it was inspiring,

Thinking stars that could never be reached were the best things to fight for,

That they were something to die for,

Yet I lay upon my death bed,

Not a single star in hand,

Telling children to reach for what I could never have,

Told them their dreams were not bright enough,

That they could never shine enough,

And thus once again another person to be born,

Another person to be torn,

Another person to learn that the stars were never to be reached for,

To learn that what they have inspired was not greatness but false hope,

That stars were never great,

Never something in be chased,

Just an ignition of a flame,

Something that could be reached,

Something that you can teach,

That you are the star you thought you needed to reach.