the road he could've

There are a million things to do

There are a million stars to gaze

Not every star will shine for you

Not every will shall have its ways

You set your eyes on life anew

And pick a star that runs ablaze

Not every star will rhyme for you

Not every choice lives up to its says

You’d want to mould the past of Jew

Re-pick a star that falls in place

Not every star is open to view

Not every travel-of-time obeys

Well,

You try to rejoice in the choice you sew

And let your star kindle with grace

Not every star is born to rule 

Not every life gets what it craves