Delusion

Not all passing moments belong to me, yet I yearn to seize them, leaving my mark on time.

As time flows, my despair triggers a question in my mind: 'Why didn't you intervene?'

Before I articulate a single thought, a falling star prompts my mind to hastily make a wish, eager for fulfillment.

Amidst infinite stars and countless wishes, I await the descent of each star, pondering how many failures shatter the illusions of life.