Playing with my head

Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars

Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?

Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars

There are too many stars for me to ever see. There are too man constellations for me to ever know. I am too small, too alone, too insignificant to ever amount to anything other than myself. And I so wanted to world to notice what I had to say, only to realise I have nothing that the world wants to hear.

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly…
Place a name upon the night… to make the darkness bright…Paint the sky with stars.

I’ll take every star I see and keep it hidden within my memory, I own the night, I own my brain and everything that it sees, no one with all their chips and ID cards, their categorising and pulling about of my world, no one is taking away my sight of the stars and the sands and the turtles and the forests and the black black night and the moon and the sun and the sunsets and the hills and everything that I have ever seen is mine. Its mine despite everyone wanting to own it and classify it and I will keep on speaking when they want me to be quiet and I will keep on telling the world what I want even though the world doesn’t want to know me. I know it’s important, I know I’ve got to keep swimming.

Let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the yellow sea.

Carry me on the waves to the lands I