What if I was a star
That crashed right into earth
With my light now turned to dark
And the glitter into ash
What if I was a moon
That lost its glory too soon
Thrown to earth as junk
Because it could not do its work.
What if the earth is a junk yard
For all the universes discarded and disused
Where would that put you?
Wouldn’t it leave you a bit confused?
James D. Adolwa