Don’t pick your star

Once upon a time

There was a petite boy

Living in a petite town

He used to ride his bike to the sky

to look for his own star

One day he took his basket

Waited for his star to come out 

Asked the night to unmask it

He saw a white light

Turned pedals to the night covered sky

He picked his star

It made his world city of light

But, alas, the light was fading away as the days were passing by

The city of light

Turned to the city of non-white

He got the star

And put it in the bike basket

Tears were running down on his cheeks

"Why?" nobody had asked it

He put back his star

Back in the sky

And it shined so bright

He came back on the earth

The climate was depressed

His mood was dark as the night

But his night had a star

No matter how far

He knew that it was where it belonged