i really never could cope with
the idea of an infinite universe
no matter how many nights
i'd lie in the grass
counting the stars,

sometimes i'd sit up
thinking i'd found some peace in it,
perhaps made some sense of it
or maybe it just didn't matter
but it always came back
to lying down in the grass
wondering endlessly
until i'd frustrated myself to tears

i guess i was just never meant
to feel comfortable
or content
under a sky
that illuminates
millions of homes
filled with people
who understand
so much more
of life than i ever will