Sometimes you look at the brightest star shining out of the millions,
You find solace sitting alone at home in the holidays meant to enjoy and explore to the fullest,
You wait for the solo guitar part to play ignoring the whole song,
You wait for that particular beat in the song to imagine yourself dancing to each and every beat perfectly,
You stare at the lonely bird floating high up in the sky effortlessly out of many,
You stare at the only cloud that makes sense to your imagination out of the several ones,
You see the only house with a perfect garden surrounded by the trees,
You see the only child laughing and giggling,
Lost in his own world out of thousand people on the busy street.
Because you are that perfect soul lost in the uncertainties of life,
Looking to find a way,
Trying to shine like that brightest star among the millions.