Turn this way, I'm certain
Not sure if this way is the right way
Close the final curtain
The show is long since over and I cant stay
I don't know where to go or where I'm headed
Walking into a void in blindness
They say I could be a writer
Or a lawyer, an artist
Or a nurse, a scientist
But I desire for something greater
These poems mean nothing until the stars cry my name
Begging for one more poetic sentence about their light
Dancing throughout the black space-less sky
And I still wonder why
Why do I continue to cry
Will he still stay with me even though I've been broken
The promises the stars keep may be unfulfilled when the future is open
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
Turn this way, I'm certain
Not sure if this way is the right way
Close the final curtain
The show is long since over and I cant stay
I don't know where to go or where I'm headed
Walking into a void in blindness
They say I could be a writer
Or a lawyer, an artist
Or a nurse, a scientist
But I desire for something greater
These poems mean nothing until the stars cry my name
Begging for one more poetic sentence about their light
Dancing throughout the black space-less sky
And I still wonder why
Why do I continue to cry
Will he still stay with me even though I've been broken
The promises the stars keep may be unfulfilled when the future is open
I'm not sure where to go in life anymore
