Falling Star

We're all just seeds,

Trying to bloom into long and green plants.

We're all just crescents,

Longing to be a full moon.

We're all just that last passenger on the bus,

Waiting for his destination to come.

But alas, it never does!

All of this never happens.

Because there are too many obstacles in this way.

Stopping us, 

Making our struggle,

Leaving us behind in the race.

These try to test us.

But we lose.

We always lose miserably.

Even though we don't want to, but we do.

As it's fated.

We aren't the winners.

We're the strugglers in this life full of thorns.

Each thorn pricks us,

We always bleed.

Our skin is cut open every time,

But we never heal.

We just be.

And that is why,

The flower never blooms.

The full moon night never comes.

The bus always keeps moving.

And we,

We remain right where we started.

Right there;

Sitting beside our windows,

Staring up at the night sky,

Waiting for a falling star.