When did raindrops
taste so much like tears?

I once swallowed the moon
so I could sparkle like the stars,
but all I got
was moondust in my eyes.
And every now and again,
it blurs my vision
so I can't see
what's right in front of me,
staring me straight in the face.
Even the most
blatantly
fucking
obvious
of all circumstances
can take lifetimes
for me to even begin to understand.
So if I threw myself
off the shores of sanity,
would someone be there
to reel me in?
But that's just one more
of a hundred thousand questions
with a Catch-22 answer;
like who I was,
who I am,
and who I'll become.
Abd there are many lives I haven't lived;
and some I never will.