'Tis ironic, really
The name and the aim
So ironic, almost silly
A perplexing mind game.
The pole star they call it,
Where I come from,
'tis a different bit,
The language some.
The ambition resembles,
For stars live in space...
In dark sand, as the light pebbles.
And then I face - a truly baffling case.
The named craves to reach
What it is named after...
The passion shows in speech,
I might believe thereafter,
That fate does exist
Or was it foreseen?
Or that this child was kissed
By a divine being
Built so perfectly
Not easy to pull off
Yet manages effortlessly
To carry, this burden so tough
Continues to puzzle me
At it's enchanting sight,
I'm smitten, maybe
notion of letting go is a fright.
He does it everyday,
A star going after other stars too.
I do it everyday,
This star i wish to pursue...
'Tis ironic, really
The name and the aim
So ironic, almost silly
A perplexing mind game...
