I like to be a charming unknown star 
       A billion miles away from earth 
       That no living being 
       Is able to see me 

       [Man could ask if I really exist 
       When no one knows me 
       But that would be similar to the old history 
       Of a man felling his tree...] 

       Anyway, I do my laps, 
       Observe the sun from all sides 
       Whit hundred thousand miles per second
       I run my race with the light 

       And no obstacles are preventing me 
       WOW, I really must be FREE
       I can't stop shining brighter and brighter 
       And demonstrate to everyone the energy inside me 

       But suddenly I recognize that there's just one tiny thing 
       Which doesn't let me really be free 
       It`s just a physical law,
       A handful of letters and numbers [mg=GMm/r²] 

       Gosh, was I blind, 
       Unable to see the finger before my eyes 
       But now I can see,
       More than I ever wanted to 

       This force is stronger than me, 
       I recognize that I'm just a captive 
       Now I laugh at my apparent freedom 
       My path is just predetermined 

       It doesn't matter who did that 
       - that would be religion 
       (which is just an unprovable temporal conception of the world)-
       The situation is the same 

       Well, I'm just rotating with the speed of light,
       Staring at the boundlessness, admire it, hate it
       No, that isn't true, no man can gasp the boundlessness 
       I just interpret the distinguishing dimensions as boundlessness 

       Maybe somewhen a Supernova will take place of me 
       But just when the time decide so 
       Yes, man could say that I'm just a game of time 
       But unfortunately I wasn't present when the rules and the destination were determined 

       The wise men from planet earth 
       Will maybe discover me once with their hypermodern field glasses 
       And they will gather the whole ressources of their planet 
       And build a mega-rocket to come and visit me 

       And the wisest man (=the richest) will arrive, 
       He will put in his flag and make some sexy snapshots 
       And then he will cry: 
       "Kind star, I'am FREE !" 
 

       And I will whisper to him: 

       "I bet you are, mate..." 

       (pjotr`97)