The Sky Seems Lonely Tonight. I Know I Sure Am.
when will god close his eyes, turn his head, and pull the trigger?
sometimes even bright minds with dull eyes need to be put out of their misery.
if this world wasn't meant for me, i wish that i could be meant for it.
i wish for a lot of things, but the shooting stars don't seem to agree.
i wonder what i could do to get on their good side.
maybe i could start by not hoping for good fortune as they incinerate and disperse into debris.
imagine if you saw a man jump from a seven-storey building and thought, "I wish to find true love."
seems silly, doesn't it?
even cruel, perhaps.
but i wish i could be like a shooting star.
so when i fall, at least i could make some wishes come true.
and i think that's the noblest pursuit of all.