time: 10:16am
music: down towards the healing - lovedrug
mood: monday-ish
.planted star seeds
and wish on it alike.
but irony,
is being recorded in every tick.
our logic weighs
a tinker's ton to forget
the porch beneath us for visions unpicked
like circuses, n' complicated acrobatic sets.
so we dance the dance
and we take the chance
knowing it could kill us
death in bleeding romance
to magic dust
and we sing our songs
as we hum along
knowing it will thrill us
singing along to
"but where do we belong?.."
this isnt a song
this is
not even a poem.
just something small,
so one day i could
maybe remind myself.
of when
i scattered my mind like
a handful of ancient stars,
to wish on it alike;
and that is
my downfall.
the wishing.
