the lights stack up
to heaven and tonight
i think i’m closer to
god than i’ll ever be.
as i reach out my
arm and point my
finger to the sky
another star appears and
i think to myself “am
i creating that?”
i’d tear down the sky
if you asked me to,
i’d burn down the
earth if evil prevailed.
are we nothing more
than stardust floating
through yet another
afterlife? are we drawn
together by our similarities,
or just put together by
chance? i’d answer every
question if i was your
creator, but i’m not and
i wish i could be because
however you got here, you
got here pretty **** perfect.