the morning after

"shoot for the stars"

see, i have these dreams
where i never want to wake up
no, not just in my sleep
they're still there when i wake up

but i don't know what to do
because i don't know the path
i mean i thought i knew it
but no one else believes in my wrath

don't you see?
don't you understand?
why would you crush my dreams
when they've just learnt to stand?

when i look up at the stars
i see my future
i need some guidance so i
hold out for a hand

something grabbed me
no, it wasn't god
it wasn't my family
or someone i loved
it was my own damn heart

and then-

god, i hate this part

and then i realised
the only moral of my autobiography was
i only had me and myself
i was on this path alone

no bible, no bibliography
i see through the hypocrisy
did you feel a loss in me?
to taunt me?
and i'd say you'll come in
my nightmares and haunt me

but you never will
for these dreams are mine
as smooth as wine
reckless but divine.

far but reachable.
hard but attainable.
naive but capable.

insane but
possible.