Looking at the stars
I forgot so many scars,
To Jupiter and Mars
My pain was left so far.
The magic of this endless world heals;
So many possibilities,
Galaxies and infinities,
This hurt only stretches across human fields.
Never understanding to what insignificance we yield,
Living only on what a conditioned mind feels.
Neglecting the majesty of a moonlit ocean,
Dwelling on selfish,
Radical emotions.

Depth

Wasting in waiting,
Wading in wanting,
So many wishes,
So little wins.

Longing in leisure,
Lurking in loneliness,
So many losses,
So little loved.

Burning in boredom,
Believing in again,
So many chances,
So little taken.

Giving to grief,
Going with the ghosts,
Gullable to the hopes
that I desire most.

But tender is the touch
of the truth that's been torn,
Healing while revealing,
my deepest aches and sores.

Excerpt from "Dejection Ode" By:Coleridge

III
My genial spirits fail;
And what can these avail
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?
It were a vain endeavour,
Though I should gaze for ever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

I can see the moon,
all of it's craters, too.
I catch Cassiopeia,
eternally in doom.
My vision stretches past
the last C-E-O,
darting through the stars,
striking galaxies mimicking ours.

Unrestrained, weightless and free,
not necessarily what we are trained to be.

I look up every night,
and occasionally take flights.
If you don't hear from me through the Fall,
please listen when I crash land and call.
No reason to be angry, darling,
I'm just enjoying myself.

Unrestrained, weightless and free,
not necessarily what we are trained to be.

Accept me as I come to you,
as I openly give me love to you.

If some part of it makes you upset,
if my trips trigger resentment,
then your mind is in imprisonment.

Because I'm unrestrained, wild and free,
not necessarily what I was trained to be.

Your problems with me
root past your memory's perspective of me.
Past your inflated ego,
and past the reality that you know.
They stab into your soul and being at heart,
revealing instincts and fears hiding in the dark.

Because you're not unrestrained, weightless and free,
you're a carbon copy of misery.