I have been time traveling.
Do they call it time travel if you're still stuck in the past?
I mean I haven't been in the present.
I have worked on building a city.
Lights twisted through the vines.
Setting my city on fire.
With an energy brighter than the stars,
Sometimes the meteorites like to destroy us at night.
An explosion of betrayal written across the sky.
Music blaring in the streets.
Making traffic lights beam.
These are the warning signs.
When my cheekbones glisten rainbows.
Each color is a different path home.
Oranges and yellows
Burn in the city's mind.
I really have tried.
Sharing this ride makes me want to get high.
French inhaling the future.
As I dance across the skyline.
A dance number back to my safe haven.
Here in my room is the universe.
Big and bright.
The door open to all the possibilities.
Music blares like the The Big Bang.
I lose myself in this vast space.
When I jump on my bed I can reach the stars.
I grasp on to all the positive energy
That dances in the air.
The clock ticks at 1:11,
A reminder of the light I am grateful for
The strong breeze blows through the window
I can hear the animals sing love songs to the sunrise.
Astrologers footprints on the welcome mat.
They traveled through this galaxy before.
Warm compliments bounce off the solar systems,
painted on the walls.
The moon's glow beams off the mirror
We can see the stars speed across the sky
We lye down on the soft milky way carpet.
Where we share our wishes in between passes
of a trip to outer space.
Astrologers footprints on the exit mat.
They traveled galaxies to get home.
And I stayed a constellation in my room.
