A pretty song written by a not pretty person.
There he goes without a sound. Eyes up high, feet on the ground.
Neck leaned back every night. Bathed in glow of orange street lamp light. Under the sight.
You speak to him and he will not here what you say. He’s standing there but he’s a thousand miles away.
Stargazer, why do you stare? Standing still eyes in the air.
Busy town, car screaming by. Unbroken fixation towards the sky. Wanting to fly.
There’s no one else upon this sidewalk here but you. You want to share the sight but nothing you can do.
You try to relate but people just pass you by. They’re on the ground while you’re miles up in the sky. You’re staring up to find something you can’t find by your self.
All your time there all alone. Soon it’s time for you to go home.
released February 10, 2017
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