The stars
Always seemed distant.
Unapproachable;
haughty beings that looked down at you
As you beggarly moonwalk pass them
Unreachable;
But now you realise that the stars should be your carpet
The sun, your escort
and the moon, a shade
That you deserve the best
and unapologetically so.
Not in whispers about how “they” should not hear,
In loud, musically so,
In fact, who cares what they think?
No one.
Victory Osas
2018 (Aug 11)
Ps: What do you think about this?
I hope you are inspired to keep aiming for heights deemed unattainable.
Have a lovely week ahead.