I see a shooting star, though I need not make a wish, for The Cosmos knows already what I want for the world and All peoples; for them to see The Cosmos in wonderment as I do.
I must question, for if not, how can I evolve?
Plan did I, perhaps too much, yet if not, how can one see where one is heading?
If it is destined to be so, then it shall be.
I will be what I ought to be for if not, who am I?
I have fallen in love with The Cosmos and all the possibilities it does hold.