The stars shine in the midnight sky,
As I gaze upon them.
They dance among the sky and wink from their high perch.

What a facade they are,
To be seeing something that isn’t even real.

The stars shine in the midnight sky,
As I gaze upon them.
They remind me that things aren’t always as they seem.

Life has a way of creating things we wish weren’t real,
And of creating things we wish were real.

The stars shine in the midnight sky,
As I gaze upon them.
They create an illusion and mock me with their brightness.

How I wish I could hang in the sky,
And live long after I die.