The Stars Tonight Are Scarce
The stars tonight are scarce
But hell, every night they are scarce
A city dweller longs crisp air
But is forced to breathe in what is there
It’s a shame really
To be somewhere you don’t want to be…
But hey, no one’s forcing me to stay here
See, other elements are at play
I believe more and more everyday
That we are in the way of ourselves
Our thoughts torment and jeer
Though often we sugar-coat ourselves with cheer
In a way, the stars tonight are scarce
Because of me
They don’t have to be scarce
They could be multitudninous
If only this half-hearted mind was free
Man, for once
I should really consider not being me!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
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