Now draw a map in the stars
so you know where you’re going.
Chart your way by those shy lights
you see when you evade their conventions.
And on another mundane evening
the city bustles so bright that you’ve
lost your plot in the sky and fall in line
with the sound of a business progressing.
Look up and find those invisible shines,
that might’ve changed since you saw them last.
What’s in the past has been chiseled in stone,
but easily dethroned by a shift of your fingers.