Canvas
words by Phoebe Hemsley
photo from Max Pixel
photo from Max Pixel
Sometimes it feels like I’m left behind
searching for pieces on my own
Other times it feels like I’m miles ahead
Looking for something that I’d never lost,
hide-and-seek with something never found.
Everyone checks which way is North
To see the stars, to hold them in their palms
But I only close my eyes and see
that the stars mean less than nothing to me
What I reach for, when there seems to be nothing
nothing but the roaring quietness
nothing but a sky without a cloud
an ocean without a tide
Perhaps it’s for the best then
That I cannot see what they can see
That I must pin down the stars by myself
That I have a blank dream for me to keep
searching for pieces on my own
Other times it feels like I’m miles ahead
Looking for something that I’d never lost,
hide-and-seek with something never found.
Everyone checks which way is North
To see the stars, to hold them in their palms
But I only close my eyes and see
that the stars mean less than nothing to me
What I reach for, when there seems to be nothing
nothing but the roaring quietness
nothing but a sky without a cloud
an ocean without a tide
Perhaps it’s for the best then
That I cannot see what they can see
That I must pin down the stars by myself
That I have a blank dream for me to keep