Look at those astronomers and astrophysicists As they attempt to comprehend the universe's mysteries Stalking stars in the heavens they may never reach So much discovered, even more yet to be I can relate.
I don't even like poetry and yet Look at all the things you make me write I write poetry you'll never read I'd hate for you to find out How you inspire such tragedy in me
You've forgotten how to have a proper conversation An award-winning dialogue is scripted in your head Ready to bloom like bouquets from your mouth But only petals drift down And nothing takes root
You stand kicking at your shadow While I'm tripping on your heartbreak You follow the stars with your eyes While mine follow you. Between us, I'm at a loss to choose Which one is the fool.