Shooting Stars

A fractured memory scattered across time

Where was I left in the wake?
Every bit I have left is my own
The crux of inexistence matched with life's own persistence
I thought I wanted to give it up
Couldn't remember
What it meant or the why behind it
Loss of sight, loss of mind

Would you have blamed me if I'd chosen to die?

I was the shooting star at the end of it's spark
Held on the end of it's existence
But when it's finished, our dreams protect it
The remembrance and wish as it affects us
What if all our lives are like this?
I thought this as I pondered MY life
And whether I was worth the time or the fight

I realized there's no future if I lay down and die

There's still so much to learn
There's still so much to see

The oceans as they ebb and flow
The mountains as they come and go
The people who will change my life
The girl I'll one day call my "wife" 
The children we'll have as a blessing
Yet I only feel like I'm regressing?
The fractured memory has yet to be recorded, it seems

I still have so much to learn
I still have so much to see

We're all like shooting stars
Blissful candescence across the span of sky
Across the span of life
And when our starstreak expires
We evanesce into night 
But at the edging end to every starry contrail
Lies a wish, a hope, a prayer
Our existence is the catalyst to something more
And while we might not be apt or able to remember it
Someone else might
Someone else might see it
And find in us a wish, a hope, a prayer
And that is reason alone to soar through the night sky
To soar bright and full of light

I now know why I am meant to be alive
I am the dream that is protected
And I intend for that to mean something