Watch the Sky

Pardon me if I'm not myself.
I'm hiding, you see.
I'm finding distractions
in everything
and everyone.

It's what you do
when you cannot run

All I want to do
is look up and watch the sky,
but it just hurts
from the glare of the sun.

So at night,
take me out,
and we can have some fun.

Lay by my side,
hold my hand if you'd like
and all of my problems will be undone.

Getting lost in the stars,
there's no more need to run.

All I want to do is watch the sky.



(Astronomy class is having its effects on me. He just kept telling us to watch the sky. Then I just kept singing to myself.)