A Universe Within

I wonder if shooting stars
Know we can hear them descend to the earth
The cracking and sudden thud from afar 
As we watch them wonder at their worth
In the last and worst moments of their lives
When they have the chance to question it all
Is when we hear their singeing cries 
As they wish they didn't have to fall
And I can't help but ponder
If they know the impact that they make
And how in their fiery grave we wander
Into the the slate of earth that they break
That we close it off as sacred
And have people pay to step inside
To stare at the pitted grave of a star long dead 
Led by the voice of some tour guide
I wish I could inquire
If they know what stars mean to each human
How they are more than balls of fire
For they represent our predetermined plan 
Of how the world began
And how it will end
If all we were meant to do is be man
Or if we are supposed to be the universe's friend?
I wish I could scream at the stars
Tell them to not fall so carelessly to the ground
For the more they fall off the radar
The less there are to guide us homebound
How could they be so reckless?
When they influence us so much
Five stars means success
Our society is rated by such
But perhaps they are telling us something 
When they drop off the universe's shelf
To stop looking to them for everything  
When the stars are within ourself. 

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