When I looked up tonight,
The tinkling stars,
And the shining moon,
Made me wonder,
Why do we reside,
So down below?
They had told me the reason,
And the logic it contained,
But I argued with the logic,
And annihilated the reason,
Just, made a flight,
Ignoring the treason!
They are calling out to me,
To get me back down,
To make me do things,
I never would have done,
To get back to work,
Should I give up my dream?
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