Imagine Someone who can see The stars in his room Anywhere he wanted Or didn't The stars follow him Imagine Someone who's so exhausted But the lights wont relent And the world is bent Every moment Bursting with energy New thoughts and ideas Each one a star That follows him Screaming Because they wish to be free Free from his gravity From this dark aura That surrounds his every word Coats his every gaze At night he cries How badly he wants to set his creations free How badly he wants them to see The world unfiltered He wishes everyone could see These beautiful little lights That feel all he does For now, it will only be him Him and his stars
Sometimes I feel like I belong with the stars. A constellation to be told about, but never truly known.