The stars have been forgotten,
And we can no longer see them,
Even with a telescope.

They are hovering in the darkness,
But our light is drowning them,
For we’re so bright.

Our artificial incandescence
Is better than their twinkle,
Didn’t you know?

The light burns our eyes
Unlike the stars soft glow,
And we are blind.

We become lost in the universe,
For there is no beacon,
No guidance.

We rely on technology and GPS,
And the staccato voice,
It "knows" the way.

Yet that little box is so fragile,
And so often misleading,
Unlike a star.

The stars never move,
Only we do on our orb,
Round and round.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder where you are.

Do you understand me cause I don’t
Bits and pieces of useless writing,
I can’t organize anything anymore,
My file folders have scattered,
Their hiding in the wrong cabinets of my brain
I wrote a masterpiece once, but you’ll never read it.
It’s all in my heart.
And my heart’s broken in two.
Tap Tap Tap,
I broke the keys, I think,
They don’t write what they’re supposed to anyway

Oh that perfect strum,
As fingers dance along your neck,
Hardened from your beauty,
That man who can make you sing,
Could never understand,
The power he weaves,
The wisdom held in his hands,
On paper, so cold and calculating,
But in waves it soars,
Touching places hidden,
You call out to him,
Wake him when he sleeps,
He always reaches out for you,
When he needs you most,
Your language says what he cannot.
He flexes and makes you vibrate,
But he’s the one who quakes,
With you in hand,
He will rally a generation,
You are the instrument,
And only he can play your song.

The chains have broken and it appears I'm free,
Free to do what, when all I have is nothing,
My cherished bond strained till breaking,
A friend lost to the real world.
Real to yourself, fake and hollow to me.
Your red carpet fits only one,
Like wine you absorb the hazy dazzle.
The sparkling lights have stolen you.
In your palace I'm an outsider,
A jester amongst royalty,
Only your laughter no longer rings true.
Friendship unfit for your ardent dealings.
Dull and weary I'm unappealing.
How can one so tarnished ever glitter?