I am tracking stars in Sky.
That's Eternity in sight.
Shooting stars abruptly slide
Life or Death? That's you decide.
Is it star to make a wish?
Or it's star when someone leaves?
I'll take chances, put request.
Not for rest, but for a Quest.
For the life that full of journeys.
Even full of thorny tourneys.
With surprises round corners.
But with hopes of home returning.
Spicy life, in spite of flies.
Sometime paying hefty price.
Growing, graying, turning wise.
But that's life of my device.
Maybe little entertainment.
Better: greater skills attained.
Better: be my own boss.
Better: all the doubts tossed.
Let, My Star, complete my tasks.
Finish all. No questions asked.
Such way that in ending day.
I need nothing more to pray.
Shooting star
© Copyright: Александр Кавокин, 2011
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