18. JUPITER.

I can't save you; Thinking of this over midnight coffee and faded rain– Now jaded makes sense, Along with the color scheme Friday came and went (I keep you hidden and off to the side, And away from the monsters, the scars of a fairytale long and forgotten More robberies and a heartbreak, sactity hours away On a plane destined for engine failure falling from such high altitudes The last and the first sound Unsure of survival and rebirth To a new age Is the same sound, The whistling of the winfs Fresh with frost from the aspen Oh, the shame of it Oh, the shame of it –and this must be why you've been on my mind I hide and keep it pushed to the side So the monsters stay far, far away With the hopes that something, If anything Is left at the end Like a vulture of some sort, for faux and fur coats Astonished it still hasn't gone yet Up in ohms, for fear of the father The color makes all the sense In a wicked way, Same as always, Or hearing you never, Seeing you sometimes And wishing that I'll also see you here, nearer– Rather than further; Freak of nature, Now or never, but I hate an early departure And door closeures a full hour before Taking off. I love you. But with every beat of my heart, And every hope, still We move further away from one another Than ever before. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©