Each Star

Each star
Each planet
Each universe
Their all unique in their own way
Just like all of our minds
This is not a happy ever after
This is not, «look at her, she’s fabulous now, cute!»
Covered in holographic sequins
Never to be sick again
This is not that
This is not a happy ending at all
But it is a hopeful to be continued
This is Rocky Balboa getting stronger montage
This is the bit in home alone where Macaulay Culkin
He sets up all the traps in his house
And he just waits for the robbers to arrive
This is i can see clearly now the rain has gone
But the rain will come back
But i’ll be wearing a fuck-off raincoat
This is a sport i invented with my best friend
This is a mixture between dancing and running
This is called frunning
This is eating chia seed and beatroot and kale
And doing wheatgrass shots every morning
And reading Gwyneth Paltrow’s goop
This is doing too many wheatgrass shots in the morning
And shitting myself whilst i walk down the street
Quiet boy was there, it wasn’t a very good day
This is a thought, i bet all these celebrities with all the strange stuff that
they eat are shitting themselves all over the shop
This is a hot hot British summer
This is a cold cold English ocean
This is i hate myself and i hate my life
As i walk towards the vast epic ocean
I begin to fear for my life
And i’m realizing if i’m fearing for my life
I cannot completely hate my life
This is Hastings
This is swimming in the sea