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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