They chase after invisible fairies, leaving behind trails of fairy-dust leading to the beginning of the end.
Or is it the end of the beginning?
Stardust never has and never will be enough.
Not for a dearth of wonder, oh no -
For they will never be able to wrap their heads around the possibility that the very atoms which bounce off the boundaries of their craniums, could have accreted into a glowing ball of radiance.
Never for a dearth of wonder, oh no -
Stardust can never hope to appease
A profound longing for exceptions,
Can never hope to satiate
A wild hunger for the unknown,
Can never hope to quench
A burning thirst for the impossible,
Because it is just so.
The mere existence of such a formidable phenomena,
Has stripped stardust of it's wonder,
Leaving it tethered to the chains of hackneyed clichés.
While they vacillate between realms of ephemeral existence,
All I see are seemingly innocuous specks of dust….
Insinuating an impending sand storm.
Where do you think that leaves me?