Am I in the right headspace? Do I travel the galaxies conjured by my thoughts just to end up in black holes? I’m seeking epiphanies You know, those elusive supernovas that defy even the eyes of gods I claim to be rich in spirit, yes Trying to measure my wealth with the hours I spend in the stratosphere above every worry that injects my bones with the weight of 2 Earths- the weight of a place that doesn’t want to ever wait Yet it must You can’t break a chrysalis and expect patterns on the wings You’ll get misshapen kaleidoscopes and fragmented isotopes beings who’ve never climbed but will die trying to ascend ropes Am I in the right headspace? Is my consciousness a constellation waiting to take form? What will be the shape? I’ll never be strong enough to resemble the buckle on Orion’s belt I’ll never be the mouth at the big dipper, drunk on the secrets of the cosmos I’d want to be the hands gripping Polaris sharing light for the planets who only see a moon rise Am I in the right headspace? Because I’ve fallen into nebulas, realms where humans stand on the heads of giants yet look no higher I’ve seen flawed ideologies that challenge monuments with their size I wonder what it’d take for us to realize that we could be immortals free from the finite mentalities that stunt our growth from the very roots.