and you think too much

I remember once the doctor said

that I was born with stars in my head

studding the underside of my skull

whispering everything they know

the things they told me seemed so distant

and yet at night I layed and listened

with a mind wide open

and eyes wide shut

with lungs that drew in

breaths that cut

as if drawing from their very essence

in some sort of strange remembrance

of who I was before the stars grew bright

of what life was like before I opened my eyes

I bask in their light

and by their light I die

and sometimes they allow me to survive

but other times they're doomed to lie

giving me one thousand futures

yet always asking for my answers

asking me to choose my truth

as I sit and burn my youth

and I pour and pour

and feed them more

and they still scream

just listen to me

they say they'll tell me many things

tell me who I'm meant to be

but if that's true

why can't I see

the truth that's right in front of me

they've given me a brilliant advantage

but they've stopped to drink my blood

so many now I cannot manage

the surge of their everlasting flood

and if I dream and when I dream

I dream of what these stars could be

if I broke open my skull

peeled them off

and put them back in the sky