Astral therapy, when I look upon the stars
Felt guilty for all the times I’ve wasted staring at lifeless sky
Where I’ve closed my eyes and made a wish
Into the blueish black expanse
The Constellation of hope, My Universe of dreams
Have i made nothing of the promises, I made to the little boy
Who looked up and wished the sky full of unrivalled ambition
The wish for a better life, a better soul, A better mind
A Better Me.
Promised the eternal like a footprint on the moon
There’s a deafening silence, Where I left myself to gloom
Promising falsities, failing to correct my corrupting moves
I fell off the planet and into the dark embrace
Of starless desolated space, Where I dissolved myself from grace
I pick apart the fragments of my plan and piece together what is left
Its this I blame for accomplishing nothing in so far silently existed life
Its noticing the cause, to this all too familiar pain
That should save me from this place, let me re-calibrate my brain
Emerge from cold and devoid space, I’ll repopulate the sky
My futures own design
Ignite the fire, like an afterburner in my eyes
Passion and fury intertwine the two dying stars
That are now the exploding remains, of unfulfilled promises and lies
It’s now I look beyond that empty sky and see the stars,
That glimmers hope for me