There are too many stars in the heavens

Too much color distracting from a sea of black

Where is my blank canvas, that I might draw

My own path, the turns between forwards and back

The constellations are old and obsolescent

Can I not connect new patterns between each light?

Nay, I am slave to what came before me

To pen in their place I have not the right

There are too many stars in the heavens

Leaving my sight overwhelmed by a fiery wall

Close them now, and forge a fresh vision

On a palette where there are no stars at all