As I watched the stars in the night sky,
I couldn't help but want to fly.
It was much better than wanting to die.
I had a real smile and I didn't know why.

I often wonder who else is looking up at the same stars as me.
Staring into the moonlight.
Who else wants to take flight?
I often get intrigued and want higher so I sit in a tree.

I sometimes sit until the morning.
Until the sun shines up high.
Making it a bright crimson sky.
It's so peaceful and there's no warning.

I can be malleable at times.
I listen to the wind and it's word.
I hear the chirping of the morning birds.
My conscience can be sold with just dimes.

When I finally go to sleep I have dreams.
They turn terrible though.
It brings memories from so long ago.
My nightmares have me breaking at my seams.

I don't even know what reality is anymore.
My head gets so heavy.
The stream of thoughts break through my levee.
My nightmares ruin even those that I adore.

Everything so great seems an illusion.
I can't figure it out.
I feel so stout.
My body finally goes through a reperfusion.