Do you ever look up at the sky and fear for your life?
Fear for the heart that thrives inside you?
The same heart that throbs like a newly drilled cavity,
and flutters in sync with your stomach while boarding cloud nine,
do you fear it will stop?
Do you fear for your voice?
The unique song that plays through your teeth,
the one noise that stands strong above the thunder.
Do you fear it will fall silent?
Do you fear for your body?
Your growing flesh and breathing soul?
Or do you sit and wish all three were up above,
wound up in a cloud?
I do fear for our beating hearts
which will grow old and ache with every night that turns,
and our voice that shall fall off key
with every day that shines.
But, if we are to rot,
with our slowly wrinkling souls and decaying skin,
we will no doubt do it together, therefore,
I shall not fear at all, but prepare for the days to come.
For when I look up at the sky, I do not wish to be apart of it,
but to remain beneath in happiness,
suffering with you.