A Constellation of Stars

In the skies above very far
To the points we can't see
There's a constellation of stars
Oh what could they be?

I know astronomers have told us they're just balls of fires
But what if they're liars?
Or what if there was a smudge on their telescope?
Maybe i'm just blinded by hope

But if stars are more
How do they see us
Here on the floor
In the distance

They probably can't see us at all
Because we're too small
For them we're smaller than ants
And to ants we must be giants

How do ants see us?
Are we their stars?
Just like stars, we're in abundance
Is our house their mars?

Do they also make wishes
When we walk by?
Do they stare at us
Like we stare at the sky?

In the skies above very far
It just so happen
There's a constellation of stars
And you might be one of them