Stars

I wake up and stand

Vertigo fills my head

Blood on my hands

This is my death bed

A clearing in the forest

Is where I laid

The cicadas chorused

A melody cheerful and gay

The trees seemed to sway

Like the ocean in its dismay

A powerful power

That leaves a taste all too sour

I could see a few stars

Which gleamed through the limbs

Like hundreds of seminars

All with something to say

And to my content

Strapped down by rope

As my eyes came into focus

The orbs made their descent

Crashing into the atmosphere

Like fluorescent bulbs

Whose source gave out

At random intervals

The bed in which I laid on

Which was carved a flat stone

Shook itself through dawn

While the Earth under moaned

The world found itself awake

Like any normal day

But for me, it seemed fake

Everything looked gray

I could try to figure it out

I could even try to understand

Or I could live about

Live free of all my self-inflicted misery

But what fun would that be?

To just live in glee

It’s like living with an extra battery

No risk, No harm, No stakes at hand

No, No, No.

I will live

To be a better man