my grandad on my mother's side
was a lamplighter
so sad that these memories should die
that in some small way
helped to make me

They don't want you to look up
To look at the stars
They feel it is reserved for them,
The rich - not the intelligent.
They realize how it will make you feel,
Small.
And you'll realize,
They are too.

There
   are worries
           on my mind

                                 While I lie
                                           in my sheets

                                                     Mapping out
                                            my
                            eyelids

And
             dreaming
                                          of
                                                              sleep

It's a good time
Hanging with animals,
Because there is no social pressure.
They merely love to live,
That is their pleasure.
There are no missed interpretations,
No alternate agendas;
Alive at nature's leisure