Calling for something

 Tonight, the sky shines with the rest
of the night more than ever. Why does
the one star catch my eye and call for
me, is it my death or destiny? My mind
is going off into its own limbo.

Creativity over takes my mind as we speak
in the light of the eyes that were born down
on us, or the dead reaching to you from the other
side of the unseen world that some may call god,
but what I call bullshit.

So vain and loving, still starring down
at me calling my name. Before these balls
of gas that can cause a death or make wish
just seemed liked worthless snowflakes
stuck in space.

Now I see them as how they truly
are, dancing, moving, flashing and
flickering above the heads of poor
and rich making only me smile.