I look up at the sky
The sun, so bright and far
The moon so white at day
The stars so many at night
I reach out to try
To tell their difference
To juggle each their names
To decipher what they mean
My mind is in a fog
Clouded, blind folded, overcast
To chose what is the right
Meaning of all of that
I've decided there's none
It's only in my mind
For there are thousands
Things of answers to its end
I thought it was fun
To be lost in that guessing game
Of nothingness, or never there
Which only the wise, the wizard writer wins...
