staring at the stars

a long sad poem of hope and frustration.

Staring at the stars with a soulful heart,
trying to cleanse my scars with an inspirational flight.
Theres war, there's war, my courage is getting poor,
Who is this war for, i hope its not for me, i hope its not my duty.


But my my hope is a quintessential lie,
proven by a daily sigh,
I must fight for victory,
yeild to my responsibility.


A happy face, a look of pride in a mirror,
never knew the meaning of brick and lace,
was joyous of an intelligent future.
Staring at the stars, with a soulful heart,
trying to cleanse my scars with an inspirational flight.


A straight face, the mirror reflected my nonchalance, who cares i preached to myself, i'm young enough to get a second chance.
A frown on my face, a look anxiety and wonder,
a thousand wishes in my heart, to secure what lies a'yonder.

I will run far away is my silent plan,
not with my body and physical energy,
but with soul and spiritual synergy.

I will run to music with my guitar,
I will run to love with my handsome face,
i'll fly to adventure in an airplane,
trying desperately hard to keep sane.

Staring at the stars with a soulful heart,
trying to cleanse my scars with an inspirational flight.
But who am i fooling? scars cannot be cleansed,
I better put my mind at ease.