You can wish on a star. You can wish on a street light turning on. You can wish all you like.

Wishing for the status quo or wishing for the cataclysm. Wishing for the other, whatever happens.

Holding your breath while you wait. Dreams burning up the night and colliding with the day. Wading through treacle as the earth spins you slowly to another dark night.

And there it is. The evening star. The first star you see tonight.

You can wish on a star.