The Stars, Like Dust
My crime is ambition;
I reach for the stars
No matter the cost, no matter the bars
Sometimes I get lost.
They say you can’t reach light speed
I try anyway; I never believed them
Probably never will
No matter how many times I fail.
I pile on, dig in, prepare
For a long siege
I won’t quit while the quitting’s good.
I run into the burning building
And am surprised when I get scorched.
And I thought I was the sensible one!
I don’t know how to stop
Say no, go home
I’m so afraid of wasting time, I never have any.
That’s funny; if you don’t want to waste
Money, you don’t spend every dollar.
You save. I spend time recklessly
And am surprised when I run out.
I wish I could quit while I’m ahead
I wish I were ahead.
I wish the stars were dead.
I wish I could get out
Of my head.
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