For every star in the sky...

I spent my life looking
Up
At the sky I could never reach.

I dreamed of going
Up
Into the abyss of space.

I craned my neck
Up
To look at the pinpricks of light.

I wanted to speed
Up
And collect every last one.

Now, my time is
Up
And I wonder if I've wasted my life.

I spent all my time looking
Up
And missed everything on the ground.

What did I gain with what was
Up
In the sky, cold and unfeeling?

I wonder if, while I was looking
Up
Someone else was looking down

And watching me.