Another starry night
to drill holes in the paper
to succumb, to wallow
to just exist, to stare at sleep
to tell need is not the crux.
Dreaming riddles through
seven pounds of me
to fill voids
to draw curtains
to let it all go
thread of mornings
tied together
weak glue, strong blue.
A pattern in ring of smoke?
or is it another puzzle
to get involved in
to drain, to win and lose
So I stay awake
Clouds are ashamed
I stare too hard
they don't need admiration
they feel unworthy
they don't need my words
I tell them they deserve it
I try though, it's how I am
Somebody does it
to exist, to survive
to live freely and fully.