Stars In The Sky

The white orbs sit
Against a big black sheet.
The giant face of the moon
Casts shadows on the street.

The coffee in my hand
Is warm and cozy.
The seat is comfy
And my cheeks are rosy.

I gaze out
And stare at them all.
Some brighter than others,
But they're all having a ball.

They dance around,
A waltz and a foxtrot.
But even with that,
They don't move from the spot.

They disappear, hide away,
Behind a grey cloud.
Then they appear again,
Bright and bold.

The stars in the sky,
Are the only thing true.
The only thing the same.
The thing that hasn't flew.

Society and people change,
We've all seen it.
But I feel that the stars,
Are where I actually fit.