under the stars the earth will break
and the reflections in the ocean will shatter

underneath our heaven, sins we will make
and so we'll never climb that moral latter

after some time the night will start to gray
and our summers will fade away

after some time the night will turn to gray
and my heart will begin to break

Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.