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?