Look there! A star, I want to be just like it.
It has its own glow, its own shine,
It's not like mine - Man-made, blinking, dying.

Estella! You're dancing on the milky way!
How is it like?
To be beautiful, and cold at the same time?
To be warm, yet far away?

Apollo! You were catapulted here!
Made with loving hands, sent here to learn.
And, to be brought back down,
Back into those loving hands.

Estella! Your beauty exceeds all Man could ever do!
Your lights shines brighter than the Sun itself!
Me - I blink. I flicker. I fault.
I do no more than what I'm told to do.

Apollo! Your name brings hope and light!
You are the Sun upon Man - its giant leap.
I stay here, useless and degraded.
Shining for darkness stretching for ever.

Look there! A satellite, I want to be just like it.
It blinks and changes, never stuck.
It's not like me - dying.

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Juxtaposed.
Ironic, moronic.
Changing colours, fading light.
Who wins, when the grass is greener on the other side?