Shimmering in black background
Like diamonds thrown all around;
All through the milky way
You can always see them gay.
They're the dead people who've reached heaven
Say some in the tavern,
Reminded of their ancestors , already dead
An echo of the funny thoughts they've bred.
I imagine climbing a long ladder
But the fact that I can't reach'em makes me sadder.
So, in the middle of a frustrating life
Full of hurdles and strife;
I watch'em with my bare eyes
And they make me feel cool as ice;
Forming different shapes and patterns
Making me wonder about million unknown saturns.
They seem to move but are still;
So is it a saucer?I think, till
I hear a voice call
"Baby , another step and you'll fall!"