the shooting star

And as I lie in bed I wonder how many shooting stars Are grazing the sky unseen Ignored shining their light. And I lie in bed Dreaming of the ones I have seen Mourning the warmth of those left untouched. The shine of a shooting star That makes one sigh in wonder How much fire did I miss? How much excitement am I yet to feel? How much relief from seeing the universe Go by with or without my presence Each time a shooting star Passes by