I am but a moment in time,
fleeting in space, dodging erase.
I’ll take this chance & shoot for the stars.
I’ll be meek & let the universe speak.
Pieces of time stitched together—
This is our life;
but most times
we remember only perfect weather.
So why do you wait for the shooting star?
When it comes for a moment, the next—afar.
Make the move that outweighs them all.
Right or wrong, at times we fall.
Don’t wait to wish on that falling star.
Wishes don’t do, but doing will rise through.