Passing through

We all wander in this path of stars.

Some shine, some crash.
Some look, some no longer sparkle.
But all of them stars.

Poor or rich,
according to the measure of wealth,
this is not a path of sadness;
it is the path of hope or doubt,
of the lie or the truth,
or maybe, of the supposed happiness.

But friend, we must not forget,
that this life is just passing through,
you heard well,
passing through and nothing more.