I've got a will; but I want yours

The stars;
They still shine

Son, just breathe
You'll be ok -
Come the morning, this will all be normal again

I will try
Try to get some sleep
And sleep this off one more time

It's cyclical
It comes - and yes, it goes
Where does it go -
Where do I go;

And why does it go there?
Does it hide such as a child in the arms of their father?
Or does it walk the streets just trying to find a place to call home?

Questions; All these questions!
Why do we ask questions -
Caught up in the trifling matters

I do;
I lose sight of whats real
What is real?

Those stars - painted on that pitch black canvas
Yes - those are real.
You say you painted them one by one.
All I can do is take your word.

And I will try to believe.

Get up; put my shirt on
And eat the same bowl of ceral I do everyday.
But people -
Lets start to live!
Breathe the air like it is our purpose

I'll be the first to say;
I need to change my thoughts.
Everyday seems bring monotony upon me
That monotony is the beauty which we cannot appreciate
For when it is gone - we will yern for it.

I need to appreciate life more.
I need to open my eyes to see the beauty which surrounds me
To see God.

Give me eyes to see; Open my ears to hear
Give me the heart to love; Give me the hands to touch

p.s. I forgot how much I love longboarding at one in the morning.