Soaring comet of hope

A comet soars along the skies every century or so
It inspires hope in the darkest corners of the world
The comet itself is a non-entity
Its nature is unknown to most
The comet soars along the skies
And people whisper made up lies
The comet exists in nature as it does
And people believe what they want to believe
The comet will soar on forever
Or until it collides with something in the horizon
Till the day, the hope it inspires will die never
Every century the light can be see with the sun rising
The bright white light shining upon oceans and rivers
The comet will remain and men will die
And children will grow old
Every generation anew they see it once
And tell stories to their grandkids about its truth
The comet is hope, the comet is light
The comet is all that we perceive it to be
The comet is nothing like what's mentioned above
These are all simply held by mere men, simple beliefs
The truth is much simpler than what you could believe
The comet is just a comet
A flying piece of rock hurled through the skies
Flung by an explosion of a dying star
A supernova sent it floating afar
Millions of light years it travels a century
But it always returns
Till it won't eventually
Because just as with everything
It'll die in the end
How many generations did witness it
How many generations would, still?
How many people wish to see it again
But never will
I like to believe the comet knows
Its significance to the world below
That life looks up upon it
And waves
That life believes it can grant wishes
Could it? I know not
I just know the comet has always been there
I wish the my grandkids could see it one day
And that I'd be alive to see them stare
To see the hope shine in their eyes like it did mine
To see them see a future
Like the comet, beautiful, bright
The stars might be brighter and will burn hotter
But they're much further
So reach for the stars always
But wait for the comet to visit yonder
Your dreams shall die never
They're as timeless as you
The comet will visit, I promise
The comet will gaze upon you

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