Dancing stars so blue
The comets reflected hue
Gazing at the me inside each star

Afar, in fact in mars
Sits a rusty smile
Awhile, I stared
Truly scared
Of why it even dared to laugh
Does it care?
Can it see that rust sits there?

No, its blind
It cannot find
A reason not to be beautiful

But I wondered still
Why the crescent doesn't spill
It tilts and tilts
Not dripping any dreams
Holding on to the beams
Reflected by the ocean
Deep it may seem

Yet I drip and drip
Dreams falling to the well
So much water I could sail for miles
Sail on dreams perhaps
Until my crescent snaps
Until my hope collapses

But I still wonder
Why I care?
Do I consider my life fair?
Is the reflection hard to bare?

Their are ripples in the mirror
And all I can do is wade