I wish the stars weren’t jealous of my shine. I wish the gods would look upon me as they do them. I wish the night would fall helplessly in love with the idea of me stealing its slumberist awakening so I can add a bit of flare to its arrival.
I wish the stars weren’t jealous of my shine. i wish the moon lost its emotions for me. Starring up at me ritualistically begging for change in its world while I simply watch it struggle until the path finds it.
I wish the stars weren’t jealous of my shine, I wish the flowers would be all mine, I wish the darkness found the light, I wish the daylight would take some time and reavh a place of compromise to tell a tale of juvenile dreams in adult bodies washed up on shores unbalanced and underrated simply learning lessons for lessons sake not knowing whether it’s right or wrong or will it take this time to do something really great then fall flat and short of another take at life while onlookers watch while pity the struggle it never asked for.
I wish the stars weren’t jealous of my shine.