Stop the car and let's slow dance.

I believe you are the night sky above you.
The stars behind
Are still part of you,
Avoidable unless you turn back.
The stars ahead
Are visible constellations,
A collage where you can piece together
And picture your future.
The stars above
Represent the now,
Difficult to notice if you aren't looking.
Pick out constellations and tell your own story.
Shape images in the light,
And let others interpret it in their own way.
A flaw here,
A disconnected path there.
But in the end it's only pieces
That make your journey,
Not where you are in the end.
What's on my mind? Campcampcampcampcampcampcamp.