Untitled Poem

The sky and the stars, the sun and the rivers
(such things in our lives are static forever)

The stars are our goals.
(Yet with a cruel twist of fate,
the sun is our master,
our lives it dictates.

And so to the river,
nature’s crystal grin.
Would I break free from my trappers
If I should cast my body in?

And so I’m sinking,
away from earthly matters.
And as I gaze up through the haze;
the sun begins to shatter.