wandering stars

Fate isn't fiction
and forever can be yours
you just have to find
those fine lines
you just have to sing your songs
to those ugly crowds,
those dirty masses
and come out clean
Ask me why I abuse my muse
and the answer has always been
because she is there
Ask me why I cannot look away
and the answer is clear
I have nothing else to do
When the worms come for you
just remember
they got to me first
I sat up so many nights
that I forgot everything
but your name
and the way your voice sounded
the very first time
you crackled on my line
I don't think you will ever know
how many meager years
I searched in vain for you,
how many nights I probed
the heavens and walked among
those dirty, dying stars
we were all the same--
our eyes were always brooding
and ever wandering
we were such lost causes,
study hall rejects.