The stars are just fire flies high in the sky.
They go where they want in no particular order.
They wander randomly without rhyme or reason.
Whenever the physicists fall asleep,
When the guy at the telescope takes a break,
They dive bomb one another,
And run for cover out of their orbits,
And no mathematics in the world could ever describe their flight.
The stars don't care
How many miles light can travel in a year.
They only care about you
And keeping you fooled
So you'll continue to stare up there at them
And smile
And wish
And forget about your math homework,
So you can never solve for X,
So you can never tell where in the heck
The earth will be in relation to the center of the Milky Way
Today,
Or the day after tomorrow.

-jenn