life was as wide as plains
no burden in sight,
a technicolor haze
of chances, of delight.
Then one moonless night,
the shimmering stars enticed
a dark, tar-hellish light
as they all perfectly aligned.
I looked up at the sky,
wondering, why me?
All I could do was cry,
to please its serenity.
And so I glance,
and so I ache,
by a force of chance,
a force of fate.
Melancholy spotlight,
silk-soft tears
I was chosen
to wish to disappear.