Stardust glimmering on my pen and ink
Quarks and leptons on my paper bounce and blink
Literature creating an astral symphony
Silver letters and galaxies arching very beautifully.
Trying to catch ideas
Is like chasing a shooting star
They’re vestal, illuminating, and pretty from afar
Yet also fast, fleeting, hard to see, and highly ephemeral.
Trying to weave together a story
Is like weaving a massive sophisticated galaxy
You’ll need many stars and a spool of golden strings
To tie them up together with neat bearings.
Trying to chase our imaginations and creativity
Is like chasing the vast universe endlessly
The stars may look like they’re already running out
And it may seem impossible, you have your itching doubts
But there are still millions to unearth, for the universe is infinite
Just like our imaginations, never-ending, without any limits.