Classic

Stars

Stars are the only constant in life,

shining so bright,

and yes, I know some burn themselves out,

dying with a cynical shout,

but even though stars die,

behind each star, another lies,

waiting to complete his role,

waiting, waiting, avoiding black holes,

astronomers wonder complicated wonders,

but my mind too wanders,

in simple strange thoughts in my mind,

I'd answer everything if I had the time,

to answer all my questions about stars,

about Jupiter, Pluto, and Mars,

but I don't have time to watch stars die,

I only have time for the stars to lie.