Celestial Conjectures

My worth measures too minuscule,
engrossed in life's simple squabbles,
to divert my troubles outward
from my adolescent baubles.
Perchance I should defer all time
to forsake my interests elsewhere,
beyond the realm of common thought,
to an unscrupulous affair?

Never would I hold ransom my
for once content reality
for fictitious, veiled delusions
which defy all propriety.
My purpose has been determined
by they who formed my existence;
Am I not to obey their word
so to prevent such pestilence?

Through familial imprisonment
I unearth long suppressed desires
to surpass limitation's hold,
to not become whom they require.
My own fate will no longer be
tried by trivial scrutiny.
Where in my compliant nature
did I unleash this mutiny?

With new aspirations deterred
towards the ever boundless sky,
my sights are drawn curiously
to an aura-engulfed, fiery
sphere in the horizon: a star.
Why does it permeate me so
as our two essences diffuse,
springing forth one intertwined glow?

Without forethought my course is planned,
set forth on this foreboding trek
so distanced from society.
Abandoning all intellect
as my feet detach from the earth,
space absorbs me entirely.
Has destiny wished me to flee
the world I have known so freely?

Now suspended within breach of
that luminous, alluring star
I learn I had flown my self to
what I believed to be so far.
So quickly I seemed to arrive
at what took so long to perceive.
My essence is most content with
freedom; why should I wish to leave?

The star grows ever nearer as
I sense its scorched, lucid white flame
blistering my innocent skin.
Ignorant of impending pain
I fail to halt my descent down
to the fiery abyss below;
I see now I could never fly,
but must my final fate be so?

This dream was truly never but
a fictitious, veiled delusion
disguised by hope's alluring gleam,
held afloat by pure illusion.
If I had never sought escape
from adult's oppression, would I
have befallen such a fate from
my painted dream's calamity?