When we reach for the stars and get a handful of air
The moon light floods our eyes with relentless clarity
The life we lead, so painfully plain, so pitiful and dull
There are no more dreams
The stars ceased to tinkle, they’re dead beams, projected false hope
We know what they are now, and the charm is lost, the rhythm of the dance is a dead beat echo
But I say it’s fine
Why not fine
The torture is a feeling like the rest of them
If the joy was a lie then so is everything else
Deconstruct it all
Take down the stars and wait out the moon
I don’t have dreams, they no longer rule me
I am a mist that lingers on the fields at dusk
I calmly watch the cold of night, knowing morning will be worse
Left with seconds that mean little, hours that mean less and days of nothing
I reflect myself in one of those stars, I see the light that once was
If it didn’t burn so brightly then, would it be less painful now
I remember an unforced smile and fearless love
My face is now stale bark and every movement hurt
My heart is a rock at the bottom of the sea
We’re watching stars burn
