Yesterday, the sky was clear
I again had the urge to count the stars after so many years
Many, including my parents, think that it's dumb, it's stupidity
But the cosmos is what I like, I know it's my only identity

The stars were twinkling
Which made me think that I'll go blind
But then I realized
That it was just my lunatic mind

Don't you like to see-
The tiny blotches stretching in a never-ending line?
They will make you...