Unfinished Construction

Unfinished Construction
I walk by the towering structure on my way home.
The workers step down the concrete stairs
as they abandon this place to a different care.
The night air drifts through, and leaves it alone.
But there’s a cosmos that they leave behind:
the lights are always on, both day and night.
And when I come home late, I find the sight
more than mesmerizing, flashing on my mind.

In my bed, staring at the ceiling I find sky.
Sitting in my chair, reading a book, worlds expand
and I can’t contain the image; I understand
what’s left undone captures my inner eye.
In the fragmented minutes, I notice now the stars
when I’m lonely or in love, dreamy or down.
I am unfinished; these ideas wander around,
building lights within, in case I should stray far.

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So on the campus where I live there is an unfinished building with so many lights inside that every time I pass it, I can't help but think that the lights look like stars. I think about it and find it cool. And then I thought about it more and what it could symbolize an I thought it even cooler. So I've tried to convey my thoughts, but what do you think. Do you get something from this poem. I haven't really re-read it and I only just wrote it, but I hope I could get even a little bit of what I was thinking down. Enjoy! I'm going to bed now.