Some call is science, some say it’s madness

Most say it’s fiction and a few are fanatics

I sit on the sand, I’m facing the sea

The sun is sleeping on water for me

The sky whispers pink, but the stars don’t hide

The constellations glimmering side by side

So shiny, it might not be stars at all

Soundless minds would wonder to a seaside ball

Some say it’s science, some say I’m crazy

Most say it’s fiction, maybe I’m lazy

Twinkle little star when my fingers curl

Wouldn’t it be wonderful, at the top of the world?