Dark Matters
There is nothing left to say, being a fish is just as hard.
I wear depth upon my sleeve and grow weaker in the dark.
They turn gray and then decay; but grow wiser as they age.
And we’re feeling all those stars, sitting here, on the same page.
How long from Venus to Mars, makes me fear those lonely days.
And when my case is too severe, I’ll drop my heart and feel more clear.
I can say that I was here, I'll just wait another year.