I’ve been around for a long time
I have seen a lot of things
I have seen you

When you were a small child enchanted by how wonderful I made the night sky
When you went to the mountains and spent the whole night looking up at me
When you look out your window and think about how expansive I really am

People look up at me
They look towards me and envision their dreams
You look out your window every night, you must have a lot of them

Yet, in their minds I am always so far
A distant glow that is 4.24 light years away
A dream that is just out of reach to welcoming arms

I have been around for a very long time
Don’t people realize that I am much closer than I seem?
Don’t people realize they are made out of stardust, just like me?