The art of reflexion

Have you ever wish upon a star

watch the tears glow and feel the wasted time, never giving up on a person, and this person is blind pits like and thoughts of killing pain instead the mirror isn’t reflecting 

The sky just have said the puppet walked alone because it chose to be someone the obsolete the emptiness knows there’s no one like us, know that you’re one day, just one day ought to this suffering, you chose to stand stand with your head and your body says you;re happy back in days you will despite this life and hope you look happy the day you die.