Dimensional Paradox

5 stars on my wrist,

Aligned in a line,

Shines and speaks out loud,

Reminding me of the galaxy lying on the pin’s point.

Smaller enough that after losing a person,

We soon meet him in the 4th dimension called time,

Maybe in future or in past.

These stars,

They fade and vanish,

But soon a new star is born.

Reminding me of the circle,

That repeats,

Again on the same dimension.