Testo Constellations Brendan James

Constellations

Crying inside over man, over country.
Disillusioned by the way of it all.
Universe grows like a plague, like a flower.
No one I know doesn't search for the walls.

When I was young I was hope in a bottle.
Limited none by the ground or the sky.
Water and sun, I would grow and grow.
Limited now by the span of my life.

What if I was supposed to be
A butterfly on the sleeve
Of an aging, dying human being?
And what if I was supposed to carry
The words she spoke to me
Past the tallest trees, through the galaxy?

I thought my life would have more purpose
I thought my day would come to call.
I thought my gifts, like constellations,
Were clear to all, to all.

Minimum wage for the work of the masses.
Stealing their chance with their 8 dollar bills.
Falling behind under stress and distraction.
Never do find what they're born to fulfill.

What if I was supposed to be
An avalanche down the steep
Of an underwater mountain peak?
And what if I was supposed to bury
Treasure no eyes had seen
Since the ship was sunk over lust and greed?

I thought my life would have more purpose.
I thought my day would come to call.
I thought my gifts, like constellations,
Were clear to all, to all.

I know when I go I won't ask for the meaning.
I'll laugh at it all like a big old bear.
I'll laugh at myself for the sleepless nights.
The purpose I sought was a younger man's care.