a lone star
stuck between galaxies,

                                                                                      watches the other stars
                                                                    wishing for a super nova to pass
                                                                     waiting for its chance to impress

as who can be impressed by the shine,
if nobody can see it?

                                                                                            maybe they can see
                                                                                     they just want to ignore
                                                                                             they ignore the last
                                                                                      glimmer of personality

the universe is never ending,
but forever this star is alone,
trying to impress, those who
can’t see, the hopeless
glimmer that wishes to be a shine
but that doesn’t want to be

annoying.

Did you find,
All you were so solemnly looking for,
Did you see the reasons,
Behind the confusion...
Did you know the answers lie in the back's of your eyelids,
Drifting toward a time,
Of frivolous desire,
Towards to initiation of some being,
Sort,
Or...

Did all the life just get suddenly drained from you very essence,
As you are guided,
Or are you guiding?
Who is what you are already?
Is it something more or less than you are?

You filled me to the brim with all your tendencies to fly
To put my head in places somewhere deep inside the sky
And maybe I'll return to you a bigger dreamer still
I'll whisper something pretty to forget that I am ill
I'm sick for all the moments I spent looking through your thoughts
When you would lay beside me and the world would be forgot
I haven't been this tired since I fell asleep in you
Enough with all the flying and with all the thinking too

the days i am reminded what it is to be alive
i climb out of my body through the thoughts that i contrive
there's nothing but deceit when you believe you're on your own
that life is death, is coming quick and you will never know
but there is something humbling about the pressing on
despite the state of everything convincing you it's wrong
if you can let your screaming head's cacophonies fade out
you'll taste the peace you once forsook for bellow's heavy shout