juss a thought
Eclipsed by the light of men the light of the universe goes unseen in the city. Am I as that, the universes light if I place my existence in the reminiscing of other’s mind. There but not purposefully only to be admired occasionally, a simple pleasure every so often indulged in. Is that stupidity or simplicity which I desire as a silly child, or be it that I stand a foolish man wanting never to have my light burn out for ages consequently becoming ageless beyond any theory’s of mans age; to be a light forever burning but rarely seen. Do you look at the stars?
