Starlight

Someone once told me
That stars are actually tears in the sheild
Letting the light of something far more beautiful shine through only for a moment
Fading in and out and convincing us its starlight
"Its the government's fault" he told me
He explained to me symbolism in eyes and the meaning of numbers
But I thought nothing more then what was out there that was so beautiful it must be hidden
Was it too perfect?
Would mere mortals feel threatened by its importance?
Or would be envy its simplistic amazement?
How could you revolt against the night?
"I've stopped taking those pills" he stated matter-of-factly
"There are bots that take samples of your blood in them,
I dont want to be recorded"
I pitied him
I played his game because a sick man deserves an audience
And I deserved whatever was pouring through our stars