How secret can I make it?
How far back can I stand?
How long will I have to fake it?
When will I stop having to defend?

I think I'm good enough now.
I don't think I'm obligated to ask why.
I think I shouldn't have to know how.
All I can do is stare up at the sky.

Those goals aren't mine: they're yours.
The stars aren't the same when I'm not home.
How can I get back there? It's never been gone before.
Is there a number I can dial? A God I can phone?

So many questions, so little time.
You've been not there for a while now.
I'm done guessing- for once, maybe I'm fine.
I don't want to have to ask how.