We are all under the same sky
And the sun sets as surely
On bad days as on good
And will rise again timely
On tomorrow’s troubles
And light up its joys
However much we try
With procrastinating ploys
To waste away our time
Think of those gone from us
Who wanted just one more day
And night under the same stars
Perhaps their time was short
To dream and look to the sky
So live well and take your chance
Because you can, that’s why

The most welcomed dreams,
they float no matter
what the consensus.

A bit pinched by Oliver Twist
campaigns, maybe,
but they vote for helium.

For to laugh is to shine,
and to shine is to supernova,
yet, still fit inside the head.

The hours, they are
a cascade of melting candles
burning a hole in the floor.

The only words spoken,
"My Very Educated Mother
Just Served Us Nine Pies."

But how can that be?
We're now one short.
Oh, bucolic heavens!

I grew tired of wandering
and returned to reality
in the angry haze of another
orphaned satellite.