stars burn slowly
they're too big to burn away
in an instant
they're made that way
for a purpose I suppose
dead fish wash up on the shore
and the living sometimes
are caught up in it too
life would be so much easier
if we could swim on land.
she will pick a flower
and put it in his hair
and I'll sit on my burning rock
I can see better from here
its deliberatey impacted face
and your desperate cratery smile
you should look up too, time to time
the moon is beautiful, isn't it?
