Telescopes and twinkling lights

An oft-romantic pair

And yet, the latter, of the first

Has no reason to care.

Astronomy has no effect

across the blackened night,

It's not as if the watching ones

Diminish power bright.

Are stars addicted? Do they know

The impact of their shine?

Stars are indifferent to us all

The long struggles and climbs.

And yet, we stare, we watch, we glare

Envious of the sky

And if desire could make coin

Our world's a diamond mine.

The stars lay silent, indiff'rent

To our astronomy

The men of earth cannot escape

The black hole's gravity.

Supernovas kill them all

The spaceships fall from space,

Nebulae are slowing down

With measurable grace.

Meaningless these words remain

For words without a reader

Seem futile, pointless, misconstrued,

Armies without a leader.

The man that lies up in the moon

Was met eons ago,

But aliens: they don't exist

The abysmal dark, a show.

Shooting stars are built on lies

I tell you sans surprise.

But make your wish, hope it comes true

Believe in this disguise.