As if God Knows about Me

Sometimes at night, I climb on my roof and try picturing

what it would be like if I am a star;

and wonder if it will also look down on me here,

the same as I look up on them there.

Would a star be amazed by my existence?

Would it also be curious, and intrigued?

And would it mind if I am not the best person it'll ever see?

Inhumanely number of stars,

each differs from sizes, colors, and light.

Inhumanely number of stars,

And billions of people exist in this land—

And yet no one cares if the new discovered star is the smallest,

not the prettiest, or not the shiniest star we've ever seen.

And yet here I am wondering

If anyone would care if I'm flawed, and not the best one you've seen.

As if the stars would care.

As if the stars would mind.

As if the stars would see.

As if the stars knows about me.