I long for connection
I know my values; they’ve yet to align.  
I feel estranged from the world
Where has it all gone?  
Am I running out of time?  
I tore at reality's seams,
But some things can’t be philosophized.  
I hide behind the tears of a clown,
A mask that I wear in the veil of my mind.  
A dying star, with nothing in my orbit—
My mind’s a galaxy for thought,  
But the stars burn dark,  
And the thoughts are morbid.