the song
who's melody everyone loved
and lyrics nobody
paid attention to

world jumps off cliffs
and me kneels down on a rock
that melts in an ocean of repentance

the last ripened fruit fell
on sand in a desert

voyager made it's last beep
staring into an unending void

poverty brings with itself
the freedom to implode in misery
to make mistakes
and not be wise for it
to not go out like a supernova
and spread your insides throughout
the cosmos for others to dwell upon

"Life" (noun)
\ ˈlīf  \
plural lives\ ˈlīvz  \

War between evolution and entropy going on for 3.5 billion years.

Draw me the stars
And I'll write us to the moon
Draw me some tears
I might write you some blues
Colour the roses
From which I write about
Our dreams can be remembered
With pictures and a plot
I'll write what you couldn't
If you draw what I can not

I used to roam the skies
who's now a man out of time
a shadow merged with the night
branches tapping
I peek through the old window
phantom longing-ness
a dragonfly stuck in amber