STAR
Young, and yet millions of years old.
My brightness extends to those celestial beings around me.
Those planets out of my reach do not concern me,
But I want to exert my gravity,
On those just within my grasp,
And pull them tighter towards my sphere.
I am not a big star,
But the other bright points are so far away,
And have such little bearing upon my depth,
That I lie, and tell myself,
"I am the biggest, and brightest of them all."
But my size is not enough,
And deep within my molten core,
I worry that when my time comes,
I will not be as a great supernova,
Exploding throughout the heavens,
But I will simply hang in space,
A drifting husk of lonliness.
A shadow of my former self.
