small poem i wrote :P

what a night

the sky lit up no longer

like an endless abyss

street lamps hide the stars

the artificial hiding the natural.

tis human nature

to cover everything in our footsteps

to make our mark everywhere we go

for what is the point of living

if not to be remembered?

so we cover the stars

the natural light of the sky

with our own

yet the street lamps will never light up the sky

the way the stars do.

just as the wave pools never feel like the ocean

and the fake plants never feel like the meadows

for nothing artificial

can ever feel real.