When there are no more stars left to gaze upon

There are millions of stars in the sky. Some you see, others are shy. I recall a wintry night, it was warm and i caught sight
of
The stars in the night time.

I was younger then. it was time ago. I had a goal, I had a dream, I had a place to be. But the world being complex and I being simple, have lost my place, and now am victim to this Maze.

Months have passed, stars have come and gone. Lonesome is this life I lead, and in the black night, nomore stars to gaze upon.

When there are nomore stars left to gaze upon, I won't see another day. The lights in the bright sky shine nomore, and nothing I can do or say, will make the pitch black hole go away.