find us on the moon
won’t be back anytime soon
meteor hoppin’
come crashing back
eye sore and
I soar beyond gravity
just looking for a way out of my head
trapped and I’m feeling the stress
blessed. and it’s gone.
strapped and removing distress-
alternate reality
chasing the stars back on the moon
we never left
moving the planets like a game of pool.
break- corner pocket
milky way smoothie
leasing the night and crashing on Mars.
Saint's Muse 