Somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky
there's a black hole
******* the joy
out of life
Maybe I'll wave at the moon
as I fly by sometime soon
I'm tired of life's knife
skinning and carving,
notching it's time
on my bones
I'll decide the when
and the how, the hour
of flight
somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky
where morning hides
like a thief in the night
biding her time
slowly waiting for the light
to leave these tired dark eyes
But not tonight, for tomorrow
there's still much to do.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
Somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky
there's a black hole
******* the joy
out of life
Maybe I'll wave at the moon
as I fly by sometime soon
I'm tired of life's knife
skinning and carving,
notching it's time
on my bones
I'll decide the when
and the how, the hour
of flight
somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky
where morning hides
like a thief in the night
biding her time
slowly waiting for the light
to leave these tired dark eyes
But not tonight, for tomorrow
there's still much to do.
