Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

If I was a ship on the violent sea
You would be my anchor

If I was lost in a dreamless sleep
You would be my savior

If I was the moon and you were the stars
We’d run away together

Look at you,
with your
cat ears, face paint,
masks of every sort

Look at you,
dressing up
as something you aren't
as if you don't already do that
364 days out of the year

It haunts us, we are scared of it.
But we spend a lot of time thinking about it.
We walk around wanting it.
It drives us, makes us passionate.
Ditch everything we know just to chase it.
Wake up the next morning hoping to revisit.

It is different for each person, and we try to make the most of it.
Next year we make a bunch of promises, and swear to it.
No more this, no more that, but more of it.
Finally be the person we want to be, get really fit.
Time passes by, we forget it.
Maybe next year we will regret it.

Once you look around, you will remember it.
Slow things down, take a glance, it will hit.
Every second counts, do not ever quit.
You only get it once, before you split.

It is called life, cherish it.

When a tweet, no longer comes from a bird.
A message, no longer written in words.
A picture, determines your current worth.
A swipe, is not for payments against earns.

Your world, no longer restricted to earth.
Your voice, can control your universe.
Games, without company, a box.
Books, used to be written, forgot.

Love was in letters, not characters.
Eyes looked straight, not down.
Communication, in touch were sound.
Reactions, were not button frowns.

Food shared, not delivered.
Noise surrounded, not muted.
Hands shaken, not email awaken.
The world was claimed, but not hidden.

An automated world,
not an automated me.

Do you know why even the highest resolution cameras don't ever seem to capture the beauty of the stars at night, the way we see them?

It's because we're seeing something more. Something that cannot be frozen in a single point in time or space.
We're seeing the love, and the hope, and the loss, of thousand upon thousands of human beings, over the span of hundreds of years, who have looked up into the vastness of space and cast out their deepest dreams into the heavens.
Cameras cannot capture it, because it is something entirely other than the stars we see. It is the past. And it is, we hope, the future too.