I could never tell you, That gravity is a constant battle, for me. Holding me to earth, While my mind, Is still swimming in the Milky Way. Touching the stars, And dancing on Jupiter, With moon dust in my hair, Eating coconuts, With nebula eyes, Because, I want everything to be, Perfect.
I could never tell you, This philosophy that, There is no point in worrying, About things you cannot change, Is like having skeletons dancing, Around this empty pit, That is your name.
I could never tell you, That now I kiss the lips, Of consequence. And allow my demons, Pry my mind open. And that now, I have this thought process, I’ve set for myself. Full of compassion. Full of shit.