If all the stars in the universe coalesced,
Would they make a giant shooting star?
and would it rain on us?
would it rain it's wrath down because we - didn't dream enough?
                                                                ­               didn't wish enough?
                     Or would it be because we wished for way too much?

She's often in the dark, especially at night
But never has she seen a shooting star.
She sings her song every night
In hopes that one day she might.
        "I’ve never seen a shooting star.
          If I did, I would have wished
          for the wish I wish every night.
          That I wish I may I wish I might
          make a wish to see the light!"

I hope one day, I can understand —
the paradoxical world in which we stand.

When that time comes, it might not matter,
but it will surely make me feel better.

"There is no guarantee you will be born into this world, but after you are born, there is a guarantee you will die."
Old-man Sol told me that, and I find his words to be true and wise because he ended with, *"so live life and be thankful to God."

Feels like I'm running in place
sweating, but the treadmill is limiting my space
I wish I could but I can't see the future
and if I did,
I probably hate it
find myself debating
with the voice inside my head
                       and that's absurd
Because I'm sane
completely sane
yes, I know, I hear sometimes some chattering
but it's usually because I'm dreaming

But I'm still sane
I mean sometimes,
I feel loneliness creeping up my spine
like a spider with eight legs, wrapping itself around my heart
squeezing my soul and refusing to let go
But I'm sane

I feel fine
I know... I know  sometimes,
I feel the need to shout aloud
in the middle of a nice restaurant, in front of a crowd
the need expands until I just have to run outside
but I'm still sane

I pray to find peace of mind
and pray to those who asked me, 'how was I'
I find a few friends to unclench my soul
and take a deep breath to ward off feeling alone
I say, I'm fine  and  I'm good,
I'm not lost, just momentarily confused
But I'm Sane, completely sane
You know how I know?
Because when I look at you, I see the same Pain.