Starlight

How dare they say that the dream wasn't true? How dare they say that the starlight didn't shine on me on nights like this? And then as i walked the thousand miles from my barren land to your house i felt it again, warm, reassuring, making me feel as if it all had been real, like i could grasp it with the tip of my fingers. If only this time i were able to hang on to it and never ever let it go. But that was then and this is now. I continue along the path that someone else has laid down before me without really knowing why, but sure of only one thing: nothing lasts forever, and this is certainly not the exception. I know that the day will come when i'll be faraway from those memories and able to chase that starlight until the end of my life without really caring if it's worth it anymore or not. Those were the revelations, this is my interpretation, this is not me. All hopes and expectations that were once said to be great are not at all that great, only reasonable, only necessary. Who were they to assess anything other than the size of their own denials? They can only assess asses's sizes.