…
If we wish upon these stars,
…………things are
sure to answer why we cut
…………not what
sharp shard has got us here.
…………They appear
to be falling, flailing near.
You’ve got no net
but I’m trapped here, yet.
…………Things are not what they appear.
..
April PAD, day 6.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
they rarely are 🙂 – nice poem
“sharp shard” – this seems a sad one – someone in a rut they feel helpless to get out of, and they don’t even believe in the stars anymore.