I write cursive on legal pads.

Where the Stars Look Down

Added on by David S. Hooker.
In the end,
Our freewill will always dance
To the rhythm of death,
But should we be slaves to the final notes
Of the orchestra?

Or shall we become our own instrument—
Time and motion
Carving away the shape
We wish ourselves to be?

The miracle of such a symphony
Lying not between sun and moon,
But where the stars look down.