𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍

432 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑇𝑍

I see the night as a cunning wolf
The serpent that slides off
Before the illusion takes over,
The blue un-dyson sphere one's again.

The reality you see
depends on what you believe
It changes as your perception change
Reality–
         Woven of enchanted stars and dust; one which dissapeares
As night shifts to blooming hope
The universe rearranging
The omens clung onto clusters of life
Millennial himawari towering high
As Japan experiences
                                  Today's first sunrise
Beneath the black sky......

The child of moon
The child of sky
Stardust in your veins
Helium in your eyes
Sculpted so imperfect yet so wild

The child of stars
The child of Gaia's misery and wry
When the traveller comes
He'll take you away
Summertime sadness
And
Sleepy nights