Stars, I wonder how it feels to be you.

I wonder how you feel about us down here.

I wonder how it feels to be an everyday
all-nighter. 

I wonder how it feels to be a night creature. 

A shining, beautiful and inspiring night creature.

Stars, I wonder how it feels to be you. 

I wonder if you prefer colder or hotter
weather.

I wonder if you’ve ever fallen in love
with someone from down here

and you watch them closely every night. 

I wonder if you’ve cast magic on artists
to attract them to you 

It must be strange being you.

Stars, I wonder how it feels to be you. 

I wonder how you feel about being a main character in most poets’ poetry. 

I wonder if you prefer a night with the moon or a moonless night. 

I wonder if you look at us with pity … or if you hate us. 

I wonder how it feels to be you. 

Stars, I wonder how it feels to be you.

I wonder, if we ever get the chance – 

Would you want to try to be me 

and I try to be you?

Do you wonder how it feels to be me?