On top of the hill,
getting chilled.
To numb to care.
Grasses are cleaner.

Wished too hard, my star fell.
another day wasted.
Feeling so close, yet still not able to reach.
Scraped my knees reaching for the moon.

The web's in it place.
To sticky to be modeled.
A hole is to big to fill... but what's to fill?

My T.V is big, it's static and gray.
I'm tired of these shows,
repeated nonsense all over again... un-surprised by this feeling.