There's rain against a nowhere sky,
But no droplets on my window;
Sometimes I wish that I could fly,
But then I remember that only children can fly,
And growing up has always been my forte.
I'm adulthood's protégé -
Their shining star.

Maybe I'm not so fond of twinkling

I'm walking the way drizzle runs down roads,
And down the faces of girls
(and adults)
When no-one is looking.

There's a misty moon marauding
Behind these sunshine liquor soaked clouds:
And a few light years before morning,
A billionth candle is lit.

If there's a future lingering up there,
I want it.