I gaze at stars, dancing under spot lights
Giving their existence
To some foggy innerference
It's getting in the way of the soul.
I don't mean to surrender
And I dont mean isolation
Or religion
That's just getting in the way of the soul.

I see stars dancing under spot lights trying to prove their worth..
Beyond greasy hair
And a bad addiction.
Could they be more than their failings were
Or are only the most pure
Fit for purpose.

I know my own thoughts
So I can say purity
Is far from natural to this mind
But I dont mind
I like to refine
I like to try

And I will a thousand times
I don't believe in purity In physick form
Just refinement
An over all crystalization
Strip away those things you think
That offer nothing to you