Even the brightest stars,
The ones people write poetry about,
The ones that fascinate all of human life,
Burn out until no trace is left,
And those on Earth who waited for it to come around every decade,
Get bored of seeing the same dying light.
It gets forgotten,
Forgotten in time and space.

One: The walls never touch and the ends never meet.
Two: Chipped and painted over with open-mouthed lies.
Three: The walls are made up of bone, those of who had been lost here before.
Four: There are no walls, but you're here all alone.

I think I found you between the clouds and underneath the stars.
I thought I found out how rainbows formed in the sky and how the stars shine at night.
I found value in your smile, white pearls with the tax of an arrow through my heart.
The payment was falling back to earth along with this memory of you.
I thought you were joking and you'd never let me slip.
I woke up back again in a place I didn't miss.
I thought I fell for an angel up in the sky,
But then again I have really sore eyes.

There are stars in your eyes.
Galaxies, constellations.
Cassiopeia here.
Aquarius on your fingertips.
Andromeda in your palms.
Your heartbeat sounds like home
Your laughter reflects the crescents of the moon.
And your flustered cheeks are a haze of stardust and memories.
Good ones, the kind that you want to remember and never forget.
You are made up of everything beautiful.

Walls staring,
Thoughts unending,
Mind running,
No one's listening,

Are we alive or just existing?

Sometimes I wish I ruled the skies up above.

Because then I could find you amongst all the people in the crowds,
I could shine the light you yearn for in your darkest times,
I could give you warmth to help you withstand the lonely cold winter nights,
I could move the thunderstorm clouds above your head so that they will rain on someone else's parade instead,
I could ask the Sun to do me the favour of taking care of the flowers by your windowsill when you're away,
I could bid the stars to appear in the obsidian sky perfectly in your sight,
I could tell the Moon, your old friend, to be by your side when I cannot.

Because there are instances when the world weighs heavy on my shoulders as much as it does on yours.

But most of the time,
I just wish to end your sleepless nights and make your hopeful days begin.

"Lost boy, lost boy, where are you going?"
To the edge of our galaxy; a place for forgetting.
Second star to the right and straight on until morning,
Where time is still and reality is not coming.

With a watercan in hand and a trowel in another
The Sun in the sky, I come home to my garden of flowers
Watching them grow under sprinkles of crystal showers
Not seeking for returns like an unconditional lover.

As the Moon takes its reign and my garden falls asleep
The stars offer their presence, a company I'd keep
I tell them my secrets and they listen to me
To my uttered words of despair, faith and hopeless dreams.

I'm a prisoner of my mind and so I ran away
To a place called Neverland where forever I'd stay
Away from the world and my careless mistakes
Where my heart is full and not going astray.