Traveling in a maze of shadows,
each on their own path,
knowing these wanderers can never meet,
it's hard not to laugh.
Each is a beacon for the others,
trying to guide them home,
but then, the lighthouse goes out,
they are doomed again to roam.
Fighting a hopeless battle,
striving to make a small mark,
the darkness just swallows it up,
destroying the little haven of light in the dark.
Imitators of stars,
hundreds in the air,
confusing sky gazers,
with their tiny glare.
Were they create for a purpose?
or just by chance?
I do not know, I do not care,
I just enjoy their nightly dance.
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