Note to Self 

You pluck the stars from the night sky,
You place them in your pocket to keep,
You take them out and count one by one,
Then you claim them as your own and why?
Because only you - could be so arrogant.

Trust me on this one, disband the dream.
Icarus - naive child; got too close and fell
And why should you of all those succeed;
When all of your stars are gone by day?
You see - only you could be so arrogant.

At the hour of dusk, storm clouds brew
And into the gardens of night you enter.
But there are no stars to be seen tonight;
Still, you blame them for your ill fate?
A lesson goes unlearnt by you.


Still...


Arrogant