Imagination fled my sight.
Dreams disillusioned me.
Love failed sitting to be.
And life tested my might.
So I took off onto my flight.
I denounced many a decree.
My final destination is free.
Be it in darkness or in light.
I manage the Moon and the Sun,
Each Star I have named for you.
Charts and maps I made into one.
So now I will make myself anew.
Look up, look down but never all the way around your course.
Sit to be or spark a flame and find my Star which is the source.
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