Is winning really the only option?
Happiness the only outcome?
Who dictates us
in the conscience
of our own
desolate
minds

Essence below which I lay
on slowly drifting clouds
of stardust, waiting in hope
for my eclipse to pass me by
as you twinkle far above
plastered on my celestial ceiling,
wanting each and every night
to last forever...

Life, like a boat
is going down someday.
When that day comes
I want to be the captain.