Moth that lost the moon
swimming in a sea of lights
electric tricksters

I want to move so I do it in silence
2am dance party
empty dead house, electric mind

Maybe one day you'll see my soft underbelly
Maybe I'll always prefer the shell

But, blooming in hope, I whisper
I can wait forever until you're ready
to put opaqueness to your translucent form
In the meantime

Just give me a glass of that sweet ambrosia
and I'll move forever
swaying on the gods' dancefloor

Everyone knows what becomes of energy.
It cannot be created
It cannot be destroyed
And so, since I've caught it
Now I must set it free

I watch it slip away, in mourning
See it soar up to the sky
And break past the atmosphere

It flies years away
Straight to the end
Where the stars hold their breath at the edge.

Wait for me
Take the light and weave it into the dark
Dance with me
Not a shadow of a doubt in sight

I'd like to think time moves differently here.
No past nor future to speak of
Just two souls intertwined
Existing, evermore.

I run my fingers through my hair to tame it
The wind is a little rough but I don't mind
With my windows down, a chill isn't going to stop me
from enjoying this sky,
from singing this song.

Or maybe I'll keep quiet instead,
soak it all in.

I could fly, you know
float through the roof
kiss the blue, fade to orange
I bet it feels soft
texture of a velvet petal.

I'll rub it between my fingers,
Then watch it sail away.

I know we all want the world to be just
but we can’t decide how to get what we want
so we should either try harder or give up, and go to
Heaven and take
every blessing we can get to fabricate a
better world, one that doesn’t have an atmosphere turning hot
one that doesn’t reward you just for being White.

I think we can breathe in silk and drink neon
as long as we promise not to wake up to the waiting knife
It could be better if we stay here, and
dream until we meet sleep’s relative,
consequence of more than one stab
that which we will never have to feel, until
we return from whence we came,
angels and devils alike thinking it’s
A shame we didn’t entertain them like they wanted,
and thus resurrect a new humanity not from dust but ashes…