and so are aspirations
but when only a few
are held onto
rare and precious gems
imitations rise up
much more abundant and cheaper
versions of virtues and morals
and least among them
the individual voice of ourselves
I make a wish on a shooting star
and dream away all my miseries
that once and for all my fears escape me
and I am alone
in peace
But like shooting stars
or falling stars
or meteors
my wish becomes your wish
because once you are here
nothing is my own again
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