that same night sky
the fallacy's
believing
that there ever was a choice.
you can shout
your whole heart out
but in the noise
where is your voice?
look to starless skies
and wonder
what to dream on
what a joke
what kind of place
gives some to grace
and leaves the rest to choke?
life is a game
prize of dreams
and I'm on the losing team
always on the losing team
wasting time
wishing on stars
that never shine
were never ours
to claim
the same night sky
brings luck and doom
the sun was once
loved by the moon
wait
have patience
they say good things
come to those who
carry forth
holding that lit torch
you will lead the way out
lucky that
your northern star
lead like a map
to who you are
that same night sky
is dark for some
the moon was once
loved by the sun
but what if stars
are just fucking balls
of burning gaslight
and that's all?
and they're bright for some
and a plight for others
and the moon and sun
are just jilted lovers
the fallacy's
believing
that there ever was a choice