The Chaos Inside.

The Stars I See.

'When the stars look down on me,

'What do they see?'

The Stars I See.

I wish life would turn its volume down

All the screaming is getting to me

I understand nothing she shouts

I wish she'd tone down, whisper;

And I'd listen and I'd understand.

I have enough of everything

More than enough; far too much

I'm supposed to be dreaming of even more

To reach further than these arms allow

Why can't I look at the things I have?

Those that have found me- not snatched, not won

I do not dream of being a star

I do not dream of outdoing others

I dream of the life I do not have-

The life I find when I close my eyes.

Why is that so wrong?

When I reach out to touch people's lives

Who is it that I'm aiming for?

A hundred thousand people I do not know?

Or two new strangers I've only just met?

All together or one by one?

Growing, slowly, reaching, touching- staying.

I do not want a star named after me

I want to sit at night with a name I love

Talking in happy whispers, smiling,

Smiling at the stars we see.

                                                                                                                                          -j.t.