Dear people of the world,
I left you a letter.
There, on the first asteroid on the right.
Is hardship in paper and paint
Worth more than dismay and wax
Melting in prayer during a storm?
Tell me, Friend, how wide
Your face and all the world was
When it's been raining stars
And you left without umbrella?
I saw how nights can twinkle -
The endless raven highway.
How many gods does it take
To change a burned out star?
It is so crazy that we are
In time and space that hatches
Life. It matters not. Like stars,
One day we all run out of matches.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Dear people of the world,
I left you a letter.
There, on the first asteroid on the right.
Is hardship in paper and paint
Worth more than dismay and wax
Melting in prayer during a storm?
Tell me, Friend, how wide
Your face and all the world was
When it's been raining stars
And you left without umbrella?
I saw how nights can twinkle -
The endless raven highway.
How many gods does it take
To change a burned out star?
It is so crazy that we are
In time and space that hatches
Life. It matters not. Like stars,
One day we all run out of matches.
Eternal is nothing.
