I was floating around aimlessly,
Like some homeless space debris.
Not knowing what to do, where to go or where to drop anchor,
Because that all-knowing, all-telling, inner voice
Had long ago muted its strains.
By my own design or from the weight of the world – ‘Twas a secret I had no intention of unraveling.
I strayed into the vicinity of a dying star on its last dregs of fire, its hopelessness felt like a kindred pain.
I decided to stick around for some time, drawn towards its growing misery with a strong, gravitational pull.
Little by little, in the warmth of company, the star rekindled it’s blaze.
Till it glowed with a blinding light that sent me spinning around in ecstatic frenzy.
The muffled tones of my inner voice could now be heard anew. Stay, it said, as I danced around,
Like a moon making merry.
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