Twilight Stars Twinkle.
A million eyes glued to the skies,
The globe spins on its axis.
Few wonder how or why.

It's like no one really cares,
About what is just or fair.
Never watching where they step,
Falling right into the snare.

Structure imposes uniformity.
It begs to constrict your mind,
And so no one really listens,
Or reads between the lines.

The ink sinks into the pages.
Although few heed the call.
It breaches the halls of knowledge,
A gust of wind blows through the hall.

Sometimes I hear voices,
But its like theres not enough time to jot them down.
And when I do bother to listen,
All I hear is sounds.

I have this constant flow of thought,
About all the destruction thats been wrought.
In times like this I won't cry,
Won't let my spirit die,
I'll only look up to the skies,
And wonder how and why.