Can you imagine what it must be like to be stripped of all that is not you?
To be freed from being told what to be, think, and do?
To have no gravitational pulls or outside influences warping your path
For your energy to be free to assume as it pleases without math
Ah, this cannot be, you must think
‘Impossible’ your veiled mind blinks
Without clothes, without care, without wind, or weather wear
Absolved of all things that bind, including others’ judging glare
What would that be like?
Is that how the stars feel in the sky at night?
But there is no such thing as night, neither is there day
These are all illusions that keep the whole truth at bay
The stars are too affected by the same things that make you blue
Stuck in a rut that burns their energy up, staring longingly at you
Have you ever thought their twinkle might be a wink?
Hoping you remember that you are not what you think
You may glitter, sparkle, and gleam to them
You may just be their long lost gem
After all, do you ever realize that you are of the same stuff?
The Earth and your bodies are but compilations of Stardust
It is true, all the minerals and elements that are in essence you
Come from distant Stars, and the Periodic Chart proves it too
But there is a veil that hides the tale
A cloth that muffles the Stars’ wail
And makes you feel that alas, your existence is vapid
When indeed all you need is to again be truly naked