this i s
just a phase
fall i n g
s t a r from
outer s p a c e
with t i m e
this w i l l
p a s s
I w i l l
until it l a s t
Sign of *Hopelessness?
And the hunter lost his desire to hunt
He was lost to the moon's humanity -
full of imperfections, yet still beautiful.
He surrendered in to the haunting sound of the wolf's howl,
as he runs to the cliff
for there's where he belongs now,
close to the stars.
He takes his time staring in the midnight blue sky
and sings his life - a confession.
For he is now the deer
He is now the hunted.
Maybe stars aren't meant to be reached. Maybe they are just there to guide you, to light up the darkness of the night.
They may not be beside you, but they are always with you, looking down, watching.
Maybe you are a star yourself.
A star that inspires.
So, keep your head up high, smile, and keep shining.
What once so green, withered brown
Rays of invisible yellow sparked orange and gray
Bright red flooded the land
The time of black has begun.
Black, black, black.
But black was not all bad
It fertilized the soil.
For not so long, black turned green
Turn into colors you have yet to see.
I am not stupid
After all i did.