Xanadu
 

He peered through a spot wiped from his misted bedroom window. Flashing across the gaping black above was a streak of glistening light. It was a glowing hand reaching out to the singer, to the writer, to the runner, to his heart, gradually dimming— But he’s just another dreamer boy. The debris of rock turned to ash, a desolate disintegration. The condensation refills the glass.

I am getting so close to the sun Of another world, my waxen Wings melt and I fall down Into your shadow. I am Breaking free from Your force because I am failing To see the gravity of the Situation. Let me fall into The black hole of my mind Never to be seen again. All I have is time and space, But that’s nothing if you Don’t have the money. Who knew that reaching The moon would take so Many numbers? I just want To be shot out of a canon to brush The rings of Saturn. Let