Personal Story (Van Gogh's Starry Night)
the world come down to a single sleep town in the night beneath the sky where some still lie awake in the pain of scar that ache with the loneliness learn of have i. for somehow on my own starry night no villager look at the future's plight but instead sleep thoughtless of how small we be all that stay here without a dream of beyond this will never live that dream nor grow fond of thier tiny position nor become less tiny a star