That cloud over there looks like a crude drawing of North America where Vancouver Island is huge
Or it’s a tornado with a speck
A speck
It’s all about perspective
Not where it’s seen from but how it’s seen by so much time and life and experience
Doesn’t quantify doesn’t qualify
Or maybe it’s just a cloud
Maybe I’m beyond waxing poetic at a cloud
Still finding solace in solitary lights
Still wishing softly about farther harbours
Knowing it’s the end
He is going to marry her anyway
And they’ll be a family
Yeah, no matter what I say
I wish there was happiness for people like
Things like me
Out in space what are we anyway
Not fucking inspired or taking influence from space
What a way to taint the stars for a while
Didn’t say I can’t be swayed just strongly unstrongly affected
This is why all they do is hurt me
Take all I have
All I have is the stars
All I’ve ever had is the stars
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