123 – Junk

He had great plans
And infinite expectations
For his life
Among the stars.

All he got
Was the chance
To sit patiently in a tin can
Waiting on the launch-pad.

Left to rust
On an empty field,
The roar of engines
Never came.

Cornered by time
Away from the sky,
He began to forget
How to fly.

Until the day,
He remembered the stars.

They gave him no wings.

He would just have
To build his own.