born under a spring moon
one might be quite surprised
that his sun sings an aries tune
‘cause you can’t see it in his eyes

& his hands are far too gentle
for such a raging fire sign
his voice too sentimental
to be temperamentally aligned

he speaks about the years to come
as if Scripture had set it in stone
yet I’d always felt life’s beating drum
persuade me to just die alone

I suppose the future will speak for its own
if the stubborn miss jupiter can be overthrown