Mommy, I'm scared and lonely!
What should I do? Be friendly?
But what if they don't like me?
I'm making it through, barely
Laughter, chatter, around me
But why am I still lonely?

Van Gogh painted the
Famous Starry Night
Through eyes blurred by tears
Because he and God
Both got it just right

Under shooting stars
I blinked away my tears
Because I and God
Cast away my fears

In the light of night
The moon will take your hand
Because you and God
Are co-authors of your plan

I've been watching someone paint all morning
He started with orange and pink
Now I see shades of blue and light green
Since I woke up, he's been painting
On the largest canvas I've ever seen

A wonderful artist,
Though sometimes sloppy, still highly unique
He wants to show everyone
He's an artist without a secret to keep

He's been painting since I was little
And long before then, too  
I know the pattern of his brush strokes
Look up now and then, and so could you

I don't know the painters of the sky
But they paint all day and I never ask why
It's beautiful, so why should I?
They're beautiful, who are these guys?

I don't know the painter of the moon
But the sun always sleeps
So I'll watch him paint soon
And I don't know the painter of the stars
But when the paints still wet
I know he can't be far

I know a lot of artists
But not one who paints the sky
I imagine they're good people
That like to paint for you and I

A mime came to waste my time,
He mentioned my name
And I gave him a dime

The woman said her vows
To the handsome cow
With all her might
Through the night
And so, they're married now!

There are so many people here accounted
for, but barely less than one half of a person.
How to become someone, something interesting
enough to add fractions upon fractions to build a whole.
A whole brain for you to infiltrate with grasping,
awkward fingers, and anyway, you waste most of it.
Savoring only tiny portions, and the remainder amass
in gigantic landfills in the middle of nowhere
with fine layers of bird **** dusting the tops.
So, never forget where you've been or where you weren't.
There will always be someone who remembers.
And you will remember only when it concerns you.
Put away your ego, wants, and self; you are me.