The stars never seem
To move in the
Proper direction
As we travel the
Universe
Searching for clues as to
Who could have
Possibly
Created this horrible mess.

"Maybe they're trying to
Trick us,"
I told you as
Reluctantly as I could.
"Maybe they're
Guilty."

By God, somedays I
Could swear you would
Defend those lights
To the death.

By God, somedays I
Wake up and remember
Not to speak.