Someone once told me
"The stars above aren't actually there,
They're long gone, you see.
Their light reaches earth a little later
Just after the fire inside them wither."
How wonderful is it?
To be one of those gems
Twinkling up the night sky.
Letting everyone lay eyes on your beauty
Even when you no longer exist.
How scary is it?
That we resemble stars too much
Trying to burn brighter just to be seen.
Consuming all self without anyone knowing
Only to be appreciated after passing.