But
sometimes I don’t know,
And the
other times I don’t care,
These
stars,
I don’t
know why they twinkle,
Then some
nights,
I just sit
and stare them,
Compare them,
With my
life, my wishes,
They twinkle
like them, to gain my attention,
Are the
stars too trying to gain my attention?
To the
secrets they know,
A life they
want to show,
That I
haven’t seen,
Do you know
what I don’t?
Tell me,
Compel me,
To know the
secrets,
To care
some more,
To wonder
what’s in the store,
To look on
the road,
To not hold
the past in my hands,
Like a
squirming toad
I want to
let it go,
I want to
know what you know,
I want
something,
That I have
lost it in this bright glow,
I can’t
see, will you show?
Just show
me,
What I
always wanted to know,
The secret
and then maybe,
Maybe I’ll
let myself follow,
Follow the
stars,
Who paint
the night for me,
For my
dreams,
To suppress
the screams,
I hear inside
my head,
I live
every moment,
While they
tell me I’m dead,
I will just
go to sleep,
When
everything inside me I’ve said,
But before
I go to sleep,
Before I
dream,
Hear that
scream,
Inside my
head again,
Feel that
pain,
Driving me
insane,
And the
moon will mock me,
They’ll
again lock me,
In this
chamber so dark,
I’m naked
stark,
With these
signs on my body,
Signs they
say something,
Something I
forget, all the time
I regret, my only crime
But you
know what I don’t,
Show me
what they don’t,
'cause sleep is not far away,
And I've got those stars to follow,
So, just tell
me the secret, and then maybe
Maybe I’ll
let myself go…
Too much emphasis on rhyme scheme... still expressed well.
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