STARGAZE
As We Stargaze, The Clouds Pass Us By, The universe, so wide, What is it trying to hide?
There’s a twist in the sky, it’s not about what’s behind, It’s about what’s inside us.
My mind gets foggy when I try to record it in the mic, Too many filters around us.
A new compound thus, forms that implies our, Life as a form is just a byproduct.
Inside of us, is a Sisyphan urge, To see our true limits when we dive in dust.
Try to muster all the limits we reach, We rock and roll but never climb the peak!
But we suffer the curse, Our mind's the first to, control itself yet blame the carrier.
I tried to find a word that describes me, Failed even when I searched the Merry Ham.