FISHING FOR STARS

ALWAYS SEARCHING
FOR WHAT I THINK TO NOT HAVE
WHEN MY DEEDS
ONLY SEEK SIMPLICITY
DESPITE WHAT SOME SAY
IT’S MY PERSONAL REJECTION
REFLECTIONS AND OBSESSIONS
OF A LIVING SO FREE

EVERYTHING IN REACH
SEEMS SO SO SO FAR AWAY
FISHING FOR STARS
DOWN BY THE RIVER WHERE
THERE’S AIR TO BREATHE

THE GIFT IS MY NURSE
IT FOSTERS SO BITTER AND SWEET
WHEN I WITNESS A THING ON REPEAT
IT JUST SCREAMS DEATH BY FEARS DEFEAT
I RECEIVED A POSTCARD
IT SAID “LET’S LIVE TO BE ALIVE”
LET’S LIVE TO BE ALIVE
I ASKED THE MAILMAN
HOW ELSE CAN WE REDEEM?

EVERYTHING IN REACH
SEEMS SO SO SO FAR AWAY
FISHING FOR STARS
DOWN BY THE RIVER WHERE
THERE’S AIR TO BREATHE