See us at our worst
while we are shooting rifles at the stars
cutting our teeth on razor blades
opening smiles on each other's skin
See us, scorn us, for we are mad indeed

Tell us what you think
that we are broken glass
And what is broken cannot be fixed
by something just as broken
Tell us, scorn us, for we are hopeless indeed

Loathe us for what we have
for our ability to walk on the path
of a crashing meteor
to fly without wings, without loneliness
Loathe us, scorn us, for we have something beautiful indeed

Madness, hopelessness, and beauty
weaved into an artless pattern
pulling at a rainbow of threads
forming knots amid chaos after chaos
For we are wild forests and flowers and greenery

And we choose no more
We choose no less
We are right where we want to be
Floating in uncharted galaxies
until there is only us.