As I sit here and look in to space
At the stars so high,
I wish I had celestial wings,
Then to them I could fly.
 
I know that when I look into space,
The past is what I see.
I can’t see things as they are,
Only how they used to be.
 
It could be that the things I see
Don’t exist at all.
All those things might have passed away
And vanished as if they fall.
 
If I had wings and could fly out there,
Who knows what I’d find?
It might well be that all those things
Only exist inside my mind.