Just Being

The stars were never the destination — they were proof I kept looking up.

Photo by Cristian Grecu on Unsplash

My life tells no big story no achievements or real glory.

But I know one thing… it should be enough just being.

There shouldn’t be proof for trying to fly high above my dark roof.

I’m finding my own happiness, but it feels like the world’s so instantaneous.

They only care about what’s right in front of them, just looking at that one word on the paper, so quick to condemn.

People will say I don’t know real success, but I don’t think they’ve ever played chess.

It’s not about the titles or the miles its all a big game of joy and smiles.

And if you play it right, you’ll realize the stars you long for are right in sight.