MY Star

MY STAR

My Star in the upper most, staring faint

            Did it take alcoholic mug?

While others glinting like saint,

As they enjoy heaven’s warmth kiss and hug.

Though faint stars wither and fall in dark hole

            As my will simultaneously try to worn out

I beat to sleep every piece of doubt

            And mount my optimistic instinct like pole.

For, no living skull is a desert

            Even of them that lacks rainfall

Them in psychic overall

            And of them with madness insert.

Only the dead has the fallen star

            So far, there is life, there is star.