Do you remember
The night we drove
Out into the inked darkness
Until the hum of the city
Evaporated into contrails streaked above us
Like some ******* canvas
That night I looked up at the sky
And it's infinate display and I said
"Doesn't it make you feel better
To know you're made of star dust?"
And you laughed quietly and said
"You'd rather be up there, wouldn't you?"
And I think that's when you knew
I would always be tripping over things
Because the ground didn't intrest me
in the slightest


a.s.