As the stars start their yearly migration

I am seated the same as before

Nothing out of place

I am the constant in this film of their destiny

One bursts into another

Another burns

Another dies out

A continuous system

A system lacking nothing

Perfect in it’s state

But yet I feel adrift

Not knowing my place

Passing with time and tides

A continuous loop

I’ve seen the birth and death of stars

Yet I know not what my destiny holds

Or who I am