Looking through gray eyes

Dreams as big as the sky spelled out in star signs

Why

Does it always end in misery?

Let me go down in history as the girl who built up bricks and people like architecture

And will be remembered for her victories

When I lecture to my peers

I hope they hear a wise girl with a mind of gold and love

Not someone to revolt against so they can rise above

I’ve been holding the weight of the sky for so long

Let me drift away into the cove with their siren song

Is it so wrong to want tranquility?

I’ve been told I have equanimity and that you’re my liability

Felicity, peace

Falling deep into the abyss as I reminisce on all the times you saved me from myself

I place the offering of my celestial creator on the shelf behind my bedpost

Never again will I be invisible or predictable

I will turn the life I’ve been granted into a miracle