Midnight skies above It's beautiful It's wonderful It lets me forget About yesterdays struggles
I forget about feeling numb Forget about my soul being poisoned Perhaps that isn't true Perhaps my vision is blinded By the light The light those wicked Or maybe both I don't know
I wish I was out there in the stars Exploring many different possibilities But here I lay on Earth Stuck with a bunch of zombies Who never chased their dreams Their mind brainwashed by screens Spending all day on their i-phone Until its too late When their family gathers around, crying Right next to their gravestone
Gone are all possibles As well as dreams Just like that. How tragic.
Yeah, this poem is ironic coming from me But it is what it is And that's how it's gonna be
From me to you, the one who sees In the dark, In the light And everywhere In-between.
Yeah, this poem is incredibly ironic. i'm well aware.