Mishaps turn into decisions,

They leave the head ridden,

Thinking and pondering. 

These stars were once bright,

Until the land fell from sight,

And the hopes crashed and sunk.  

What a hopeless end for the drunks,

The ones wishing for a dream,

A happy ending for the sake of living.

It seems as though the world gave up,

Forgetting a fight we had raged,

It started one early night.

On the edge of our seats,

We sat and watched.

Pondering and thinking,

Oh it was always that.

A mistake or two,

We raked over with our minds,

Hoping for a better world.

But we were never willing to fight.

 

Only to pounder and think,

And sometimes even,

Even without the stars,