Fate takes the form of stars –
Constant, primitive, and always there.
Apparent but seemingly intangible.
Sometimes bright, sometimes fading.
May disappear for the day
But always comes back to taunt the dark.
How stars create forms
Is how a person is never destined for another;
That I may run for miles and miles
To gaze at them somewhere else,
Stars will always form the same pattern
Just as how I can never call you mine.