I often feel that I have been here before.
Sometimes it is uncomfortably familiar.
I must have left the first time searching for something more;
there had to be something I couldn't figure.
It's as if the picture returned much bigger,
and i was born with my finger on the trigger.
This time, I focus on the stars instead of the scars.
I once lived on Mars and played galactic guitars.
I often feel that I have been here before...
and you knew too, when you opened the door.
I wonder if anybody remembers me or if I have to die once more.
But if I leave this world, I will not return.
My energy will burn into every nocturnal concern
that leaves you awake and alert.
I will play the piano on the blackened keys of your heart,
and turn them into that brighter white so you can have more light to give to your art.
We can travel to the moon,
where these letters often start,
and dig through the craters in search of the things that leave us ready to depart.
I often feel that I have been here before.
But I found an unopened door that lead to something more in store to adore.
I know you can feel it in your core.
I think it's time you get off the bathroom floor,
so we can surely soar.

- L.G.