okay so the three bright ones in a row thats somebodys belt right shit maybe its a sword or a really straight celestial caterpillar fuck i dont know neck craned back on a patch of damp grass watchin ancient gas guzzlers slowly amble past my phone screens glowin a cartographers apprentice tryna match the pinpricks to the picture end the suspense but this celestial pollock is a beautiful mess my urbanite eyes fail the ocular test this aint a crossword puzzle this is cosmic jazz improvisational light from a forgotten past im supposed to see a lion or a crab or a twin but all i see is evidence of where the fuck ive been stuck in my own head a galaxy of doubt now im sittin here tryin to figure the big shit out with a dollar store education in astronomy and honestly this humblings what the cosmos wants from me yeah im star dumb watchin ancient suns come and go feel like no one but im part of the whole damn show just a carbon copy kinda sloppy on a space rock ya know and its all good i aint even gotta know that little cluster there is that the pleiades or just some cosmic dust that made my contacts wheeze im tryna find my bearings maybe a northern guide but every point of light is sayin swallow your pride cause while im worried bout a text i shouldnt have sent this whole spinning canvas is beyond my two cents these aint connect the dots theyre universal taunts a rorschach test for all my existential wants i see a question mark a broken zipper a forgotten key everything my psychoanalyst would love to see this dark matter matters more than the drama that im stressin the universe is cookin im just here for the lesson yeah im star dumb watchin ancient suns come and go feel like no one but im part of the whole damn show just a carbon copy kinda sloppy on a space rock ya know and its all good i aint even gotta know but then the need to name it kinda melts into the black a silent conversation theres no talkin back the space between the diamonds starts to breathe and come alive and for a second my whole ego takes a nosedive this aint about the legend of a hunter or a bear its feeling that the vacuum is an answer to a prayer from supernova remnants to the marrow in my bones were all just cosmic orphans finally comin home no map required yeah im star dumb watchin ancient suns come and go feel like no one but im part of the whole damn show just a carbon copy kinda sloppy on a space rock ya know and its all good i aint even gotta know wait i got it that one right there thats definitely the big spatula nailed it
