I sit on my porch at 12am
staring out at the sky
laid out like a painted canvas

there aren’t as many clouds tonight
unlike the past few weeks
I can see the stars

I envy the stars
the way I’m stuck here on this planet
while they float on out there

I envy the stars
the way they sit there so far away
shining through impossible lengths

I envy the stars
the way people look at them and feel full
and look at me and feel nothing

I envy the stars
the way people love and admire them
for doing nothing but live

I envy the stars
the way they glitter and glow and die
bringing hope to all who see them

all but the fallen stars
the kids who want nothing more
than to fly back up, back home,

back up to our beds of space dust
to watch over our solar systems
and be at peace again

but instead of resting up there
amongst the other shining stars
we’re stuck here.

sitting on our porches at 12am
staring out at the sky- our sky
laid out like a painted canvas

feeling homesick