of nothing in particular

as the world falls down

Perhaps you all say the very same things
But you could quite easily convince me otherwise
Just like Bowie when he plays late at night
Just like the lines that make up any poem
I have no chance to save myself
Instead I succumb to the orbit of the Earth
And I uselessly wonder why I may gaze out my window
When so many others can only wish to look in
It should hold some meaning, purpose or destiny
But we're choosing the path between the stars
Not the other way around
Though it makes no sense
Though I know not why
I will believe it again, and again and again
When you, like everyone, declare your love
And I will hate myself for every word I say
But I will relent, at least for a time
Though you cannot place the moon in my heart
Nor give me anything else you promise
And I know you will not be there when I want you
I still shall grow dizzy with the thrill of your dream
And ignore the nonsensical ways you try to fit me inside