Somewhere in the course of the universe, I
begin to lose myself.
While a billion stars shine above me,
they can't keep this one
that was lost the day I was born.
It fell from the sky, and
exploded upon touching the ground,
leaving a trail of flame along the road.

My beacon of naïvety is lost in the wind.
I see it rushing towards me, taking
strong currents of storm with it
and I try to catch it, but
its molecules bombard against my skin
and I feel nothing
not even the slightest bit of
pain, as it brushes past.

I thought I could sail through time
But i stumbled.