Say that we’re caught in a moment,

but that’s all that we are-

dying stars

How much longer until I find out about

the next big thing?

How much longer until I’ll be able to see

a day that’ll finally be breaking?

When will I hear a decrescendo

putting an end to this perpetual melody?

I don’t want to have regrets

about any of the things, the people

that I used to want

I never seem to lead with my head

even though I overthink way too much

With people who stay sane their whole lives,

do parts of them truly never die inside?