What happens when
You stay up too late
And your chest feels empty still
You look up by yourself
Into the inky blackness
And see the soul of the sky
Staring back at you
And a million other tiny eyes
Silent
Watching
Wondering about everything
And I can't help but worry, too
While I'm trying to sleep
Of all the little things
Like the day I won't hear
You breathing in my ear
And it cripples me.
I wonder
When's the next time it'll rain
And when my well will run dry
How hard it must be
To start a war
A real one
Among men with guns
And options, opinions
There's a million on my mind
All the time
And I lit the fuse for every one
Sometimes when you look at me
I think I'm dreaming
I used to think our ribs maybe
Were separated sometime in creation
And we were puzzle pieces
Meant to be
In this big picture
But other times
I think that maybe
my heart strings
Are more attached to that
Pearl in the nether
Than the home under me
Or the key in my hand
And it's not your fault
I'm disconnected
Someday maybe we'll visit a tomb
Just maybe
And you'll feel how the wind
Can suddenly rush through
A plain stillness
And how the dust resettles
And nothing changes
The way the emptiness is pressing
So loud you can hear the blood
Behind your ears
And maybe then you'll know
How it feels to be illuminated
Yet dead at the same time
But not for lack of trying
And I think that maybe
We're both the same
An old set of catacombs
That seemingly never intersect
Yet somehow
If there's a shout loud enough
They echo into each other
And the whole place hums
We feel the same and somehow
My soul is still on its own plane
Am I selfish
Or simply nonexistent
And can I really truly
Love from this far away
I think the moon would know
How to love this deeply
Yet spend so much time watching
But I'm so small
And I wonder all the time
If that's something
I was ever meant to fathom