"And god rested on the seventh day, from all his work which he had done"
And I bet he spent it looking at the stars.
like twinkling dust between his fingers
as he whispered, "I hope you find your way."
or did he place them individually?
thoughtfully planned with a paintbrush,
making sure each had a kismet connection to a star nearby.
I tend to think the latter.
I tend to think he placed you by me.
We wish on falling stars.
But no one stops to think
that maybe its all tragic.
Tragic falling out of god's artwork.
Science even says they burn out as they fall.
And I guess I've been falling for to long.
And I'm tired of burning out.
