Chances
by Elissa Rosenthal
As the light in the stars glow bright,
our bright ones turn dim.
People of all colors,
now all look the same.
It does not matter your background.
We see the stars glimmer bright,
and forget that they are us.
For we are them in further form,
even though we are still a mess.
Organized chaos surrounds everything in this universe,
keeping the balance while creating chances.
Chances to expand and become more than,
who we are.
More than manufactured manikins.
