Vacantly I stare
Through the atmosphere
Into all other worlds
Not my own.
All I need is to breathe
But I'm swimming in fear
No hope in letting go
What I have known has been stolen.
With no guidance or trust
In what needs to be, must
The worried whisper in my ear
money, money, money...
In my heart I know
Love is the flow
But see only tears in my eyes
As those Spacious Skies
Turn into burning orange lava
Overnight.
This is what happens at 3 in the morning but at least I'm writing...
Wish me better words later, please