Star Gazer

He was one of those I want more types, you know a dream chaser

By day, a day dreamer and by night a star gazer

I mean, full on telescope in the attic just looking up for hours

Information on planets and stars he devoured

I thought it was just his hobby, maybe he over obsessed but, it didn't hurt

He was a fully functioning guy up every morning for work.

And everyday he worked hard and he managed to get by

Even with one eye constantly looking up to the sky

He was a bit of an introvert and kinda recluse

So he would get annoyed when his family would try and tell him the truth

is he that he needs to get out more

From behind his attic door

Take his eye from the scope and in to the world

He needs to grow up, settle down, get a girl

He says they don't understand

It's just not meant to be

They won't look through his telescope

They won't see what he sees

So I asked him if I could look

So that I could understand

What it is that's out there that defines him as a man

So he let me have a look and asked me what do I see

Now usually am a glass half full kinda guy

But I had a look and I had to reply

I see nothing, just a big vast empty space

He said that's where our difference takes place

I see countless worlds and galaxies with potential untold.

I see a freedom unchainable that mirrors my soul

Everything is there

There's nothing here