Stars

Space, it’s teeming inventory is full

With stars, playing push and pull

Working silently in the high heavens

Brightness, their natural essence

Insulated by vacuum’s embrace

Thoughts are the stars in this fleshy vase

Space becomes the mind when desires are refrigerated

Where peace is quickly incinerated

Time’s other name is laughter

Getting louder as we turn over each chapter

Life’s not meant for the serious

Earnings cannot be traded for the mysterious

We cannot hold secrets in our backyard

Space is open, the atmosphere isn’t a guard

Our power’s forgotten, we hold sway over the stars

Will we realize? The space they rent is ours