REWRITE THE STARS

Rewrite the stars

A million dreams are keeping me awake
My future is at stake
And i feel like having big dreams is a mistake
For all i hear around me is the hissing of snakes
Saying...'no one can rewrite the stars'
Polluting the last drops of my dwindling hope with their venom

But no one needs to remind me that doom is written in my stars
No one needs to hiss in my ear that failure is my destiny's scars
For i have read that book called 'My Stars'
A pencil was used to make all the marks
And I'm equipped with the eraser of determination
I will erase doom and failure into extinction

But even if the markings were indelible ink
All i would do was buy a new book
One that has blank pages
And just rewrite 'My Stars'

E.Y.

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