I look at the night sky full of stars

I don’t pay attention and get hit by many cars

I wonder, where I am. . . and are.

Up above I feel far.

When, I crashed my car.

I float, in stars.

I leave the earth, looking at girth, that they, are stairs of gold.

So then the sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.