Constantly

My leaping cannot reach for the star
perhaps the one I want;
but it's a life trying,
it's a life trying.

And there, here in the nocturnal soup
I am trying to enshrine a little light for
you and me, and together-ness if such
can ever be as something unresolved.

And here, there, who knows what is right
or Left behind or still groveling in past-time,
or in pleasurable life trials and life scapes,
remember it says sweetly, and I live to

Living can be a hellish nightmare, can be sweet
but in all the darkness of not understanding, of
waiting, I can deduce that I may not be the bright
Ness, but am a glowing ember either way.