Take Your Pick of Stars

Far too long and far too sore, from taking less and giving more 'Twas all too cold, as cold as frost, the signs were small, then signs were lost. Stamped the fire out and took, one last breath, and one last look Silence does as silence will, the sky is thick, and silent still... Believing isn't any good Believing isn't as it should Wasn't here, or must have been Or maybe just inside that dream And madness is another word For taking all you've seen and heard And cramming it in your minds cleft So what to do when nothings left? you TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, CAREFUL WHICH YOU CHOOSE THEY MAY REVEAL YOUR ANSWERS, STILL IT DOESN'T MEAN THEY'LL SOOTHE TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, BUT ONLY ONE OR TWO I CAN POINT THE SKY'S DIRECTION, BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU hold the skin to open breast, tiny heart with zero rest hard to end, and to begin, worse to spare, or let it in the blood will ease, but never stop, and fragments of the time will drop and everything is different, sure, but less is less, nor any more. TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, ANY ONES WILL DO THEY FIGHT THE MOON FOR LIGHT A LOT, AND RARELY THEY ENDUE TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, no matter big or small Some stay up forever, yes, but some will have to fall.