And they all come tumbling down. Clawing at the earth, as it falls away. But maybe down is their path. We all look up, heads held high. Aiming for the stars. There are diamonds, beneath our feet. They glimmer just as bright. As man tries to tame, and mould. And place onto other precious foundations. There are stars all around us. In every direction. Follow the one that shines brightest, for you. Or don't follow anything at all. Your path may not be a path. But a seat, to watch and wait on.