What does the night sky hold
In its head
Above the stars hanging
On the walls of his breath
I saw one shine unto a light
Put forth before I step
Into the oddness of a every normal
Pile of ****

The sky of the night does what
Ever the moons says
Talking about the sun
And all the days he reflects

What tommorow brings
is the mystery you can't solve
Till it is

Every day you say you're going
To change
but the only thing that changes
Is what you meant

What you meant to say
Is that the changes that take place

Change
because they're different
Than the same thing that used to be before every thing changed it

The night sky changes what it holds in it hands
Comets and cosmic droplets
Of ultraviolet radiation

Somewhere in the human
Blood and oxygen
Consumes this universe
In a race for selfishness

Maybe one day
The night sky could change
The way it pays the day
Its darkness

And when we come to the end of the
Page
We could read one hundred
in the corner of the pages
Percent
But what we really need to change is the way we came to the end and Calculated
The fate of our death