Shooting Star

I look into the night sky
The stars, they're so beautiful
So bright, I find myself wondering,
What is the purpose of those unearthly beings?

I look down at my small hands
As the night sky fills up my mind
Suddenly my dreams of being bigger seem so...
Trivial.
But what if?
If I was bigger
If I was more important...
Would I be able to catch one?
Childish thoughts.

I sit staring out the window
Out in the night I see something peculiar
I encounter a shooting star
I shut my eyes and leave my being behind
And to that one falling star
I confide my dreams.

I look down at my hands
They've grown bigger
Calloused with experience.
As I walk out in the night
I encounter a shooting star
Again, with a faint familiarity
I trust my dreams to that star.

It's the same dream.
At that moment I realize with a sudden clarity
Just what stars are.

Leaving behind the other celestial beings
Who are too scared to begin the journey
Too scared to be extraordinary
Just like the rest of the world.

The sadness of leaving the other stars behind
But the joy of bringing relief to lost souls
I wonder to myself, does a shooting star's journey ever end?
Just as quickly as I wondered,
I stop caring.

Exploring, searching, finding,
The truth.
I want to be a shooting star.