what, and the stars
by tobias crabtree
there’s an answer for everything:
the cynics will tell you to stop dreaming.
the realists will tell you that it is what it is.
the pessimists will hand you a helmet and a gas mask and tell you not to breed.
the religions will tell you to follow, to believe.
the doctors will prescribe you some little white pills in different shapes and sizes.
the yogis will tell you to breathe.
the bankers will tell you to save.
the lawman will tell you to conform.
the anarchist will tell you to light it on fire and spit through your teeth.
the scientists will tell you the cold hard facts.
the philosophers will offer you thoughts.
the mean ones will give you a black-hearted look.
the lover will give you sweet love.
the singers; a song.
the drunkards; a nod.
but the stars, will say nothing…at all.
~~and those stars that are hanging over your head and have been there since you took your first breath, they will never tell you to look at them or to listen to them. they won’t ask if you think they are pretty and they won’t say something that might make you need to google it to see if they are right or not. they won’t talk about how their light has traveled across an impossible distance since before we ever were and is full of the truth from a universe that includes us despite our arrogance and ridiculous pompousness, because they…
they are stars,
wild wonders that live on both sides of our dreams.~~