Underground

is it weird that I miss
someone I never kissed?
someone who, I'm afraid,
doesn't even exist.

they exist in my head,
sadly not in my bed.
sadly we never met
but I'm willing to bet
that

they are somewhere out there.
I don't even know where!
but they're looking for me
as I'm looking for them.

we both know where to find
kindness, love, piece of mind,
but we haven't yet found
ways to get underground.

"underground? why??" you say.
that's where I think we'll meet,
metaphorically speaking of course.

underground, it is safe.
underground, it is space.
space and space dust, and stars,
and a galaxy that was made for us:

*~~*~***~~*
~**~*~~~**~
*~*~*~**~~**

**

ridiculous thoughts
flooding my mind.
I don't think I need knots
to be redefined.

ridiculed for the light,
ridiculed for the right,
for the things I do wrong,
for the things I don't mind.

I keep loosing my mind,
my desire to fight.
I get lost in the mist
more often than missed.

I keep loosing the rhymes
looking into the skies,
finding the lack of stars,
seeing planets collide.

looking down underground
I find much stuff to hide.
things that were once on top
now are dying inside:

stars that once shined so bright,
dreams that showed me the light,
friends that left me behind,
truths I never denied.

I keep looking at that -
at the mess I have made.
all good I ever get
is only going to fade.

I keep loosing the rhymes!
never healing those scars,
staring into your eyes
that's been lost in the farce

crawling deep underground,
thinking "i wanna be found."
all these thoughts in my mind
are going to slowly unwind.

I found here in my cave
stars and my faith.
they were buried away,
left for decay.

find me in this underground
where I long to be found
before I crawl my way out
thinking i am alright.

shall this hole in the earth
be so indiscreetly unearthed
revealing to the world
what a mess I am?

they say,
"keep your feet on the ground!
you're never gonna be found
if you don't ever try
to reach for the light."

reach for the light in your head,
not for the light in your bed
or you're gonna get carried away
and get lost in the hay///

I will be looking underground
for stars and constellations
'coz up there I can't find them.
up there they're so faded.

down here in the dark
I can easily see
every little twinkle,
every little star,

no matter how far...

even if you are a star,
I'm not chasing you so far
into the sky, the endless pit
of black goo and disgusting spit.

even if I'm not a star,
I want you to come find me.
down here we can be little stars
that form a tiny constellation.

so if you're a star,
let's go underground...

let me be

your own tiny night sky

in your own starry night life

in the galaxy that was made for us*