Stars

Sept. 27 / desdamona
In the city you can't see the stars
mistaking street lights for (the) heaven(s) - no constillations
I used to drive out on gravel roads
lay down on the hood of my car
and watch star after star fall and disappear
In the city, a different kind of star falls here
a different kind a light rides here
Here, enveloped by self doubt and circumstance
we elope on fatal clouds and happenstance
the trance of dreams unweaved from what we once believed
turning into something that will never be
we be-come bereaved with the passing of these pieces of sleep
slipping from youth to early demise
our eyes cannot conjour the colors like they used to
criticism just aint' what we're used to
what we choose changes as life shifts planes
never stagnant, this magnet – shifting back and forth
if only it could take us back to what there was before
so we could overstand this exploration
metaphors become our life long occupation
searching for signs of life inside this deep space station
adoration slips away on disbelief
we can't quite see what others see
seeking new narcotics to nurse our neglected souls
sucking on negativity
thinking we lack when we're fully whole
ignoring chances to be free
stopping in our tracks when we're on a roll
what would life be if we lived successfully
lacking direction, we lose control
acting like we fucked it up intentionally
these super nova newborns burn slowly
ashes to the sun, pheonix rising
hopefully we can see destiny
through the smoke and ashes – to reach past us
through eternity to see the super stars in you
stars in me
stars in you
stars in me
stars in you
amongst the pavement and potholes
angels and lost souls occupy the same space
in time they will collide
it's time to choose sides
lives will be taken so that new can be created
some will be assimilated
wearing sheeps clothes when they're not
just a veil over these problems we got
history repeats for we, wolves and sheep
tranquillity arrives when we choose peace