Stellarplay

The boy sat under the starry sky.
The boy, he drew the lines.
He made pictures, drew goodbyes-
Drew from starry shines.
One day he thought, would it not be nice
To have his own li'll sky
Where stars could grow
And stars could live
And other stars could die.
In that sky, the starboy thought,
His thoughts would be more real.
The stars may be fake, just in his mind
But they'd be like he could feel.
So one night that lonesome boy
He made a mirror so big,
The mirror reflected the stars and sky
And their starry jig.
On that glassy canvas
The boy, he drew new stars
And painted some like the coloured sky
And killed them as it were.
And now the boy had his perfect sky
A sky where all was right...
And he joined the dots
And he drew the lines
And played with stars all night.



This was written by me based on an idea provided by my friend Soumyadeep. He is the one who envisioned this. This will be made into a song by his band Nevermind. Credits due to them, by far.