Looking at the stars up high
In the sky
A routine for the night
I wish I'd sprouted wings and took flight
Along with the clouds that fade by
As the stars rotate with white light
For extraterrestrial traffic
Oh, here's my peace of mind and I only want to fly farther away
Further away from my current situation
Just to get closer to my destination
I wish I was up there, over there,
to the left to the right,
I wish I was everywhere
I wish I was everywhere but here
But I know the caliber of my success is great,
And I'm only getting higher
And that big depressing weight is only getting lighter
A routine for every night
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Old But Gold, New And Used
RandomThis is a collection of random old and new poems that I've written.