Looking up at the night sky
Filled with these little stars
I think back to when i was young
And tried to count them in all seriousness
Sometimes reaching out my hand
As if to get hold of one of them
And getting all dissapointed
Realizing I was just a tad bit short.
I always ended those adventures
With a resolve to grow up
And reach the stars as soon as possible.
Now that I am all grown up
And as tall as I’ll ever be
I wonder where did that resolve went off to….
Maybe it’s among those stars
Still in front of me yet so out of reach.