The Stars Shoot

The strangest of things happened, yesterday,
I looked up to ask the sky full of stars,
The eager constellations, the clear question mark,
So many of you, yet, you won’t lift a finger,
Or lend me an ear,
Billions of you dazzling in the sky,
In this grand Universe,
A lonely speck am I?
I just wish to be heard,
From a tiny sex cell,
I became a being,
A thinking, feeling, creating machine,
With an overwhelming restlessness brewing inside,
It’s dark and I fear for my life,
Do you hear me?
Do you see the two liquid pools raised to you?
Do you?
Fed up, the monologue had gone far too long
Are you even capable of listening, I scoffed,
Not minutes had passed,
A shooting star went by,
Stumped, I stared at the sky,
They weren’t merely responding,
It was a powerful message,
For all those who seek,
Know that you are knocking at the right door...