You
Used to talk softly, then yelled louder than the
Thumping blood through my veins.
You made sense and weaved tales into my
Fizzling brain, made me look up at the clouds and
Dream
That I was as bright as the Milky Way.
But now I know. I walk on solid ground, I know that chasing
Stars that are light-years away
Is so futile.
I woke up from a daydream and stumbled to a halt and looked up to you, the
Voice in my head.