Don't Prescribe Me Pills, I'll Transcribe With Quills
I walk out on the deck at night
and look up for a while
The moon hangs in the balance
like a criminal on trial.
I used to map the star with apps
but now that's not my style,
The stars to me are family
and I'm the youngest child.
Starving for attention
I perform out loud and wild,
I wave my arms and pound my chest
do backflips, shout, and jump on desks,
and when I'm tired and out of breath,
the ears I sang to fell off deaf,
I wish the no's would turn to yes,
I'd fall asleep awhile.