The Light Die

Out on a skywatch with my professor, scanning the night sky,

Asked him if he ever gets bored of watching the light die.

He just shook his head "no", and I couldn't understand it,

Thought it's just the same stars scattered all across the planet.

 

We get blinded by routine, forget to look at the beauty,

Treat the universe around us like a miserable duty.

But today I looked above and saw the waxing crescent,

And it hit me like a wave, something quiet and pleasant.

 

It shows up every night, but it never gets boring,

It's a masterpiece above that we just end up ignoring.

And it made me think of you, and your literal existence,

How you effortlessly bypass my mental resistance.

 

You don't gotta say a word to try and make my day right,

Just knowing that you're breathing is enough to bring the daylight.

Like the moon up in the dark, you don't gotta take action,

Just your presence in this world is the ultimate attraction.

 

But even the moon in the dark is pulling a high tide,

I know that a peaceful existence implies there's a dark side.

You cannot optimize people, there's zero equations,

We're all unpredictable forces on every occasion.

 

As a kid I wanted drums, but the kit was too pricey,

Got an electric guitar, but the rhythm is dicey.

I wanted to shred the themes, but I'd rather hit basslines,

Just sitting back in the groove, avoiding the stage shines.

If I get an alternate life, I'm dropping the six strings,

I'll be a bassist instead, and watch what the mix brings.

 

I read all the FBI books, the mental profilers,

Sapolsky’s Behave, and Kahneman’s logic compilers.

I know Thinking, Fast and Slow, I get the biology,

But I don't wanna look at my friends through psychology.

 

I'd rather just turn it off, put away the analysis,

Stop freezing my brain in emotional paralysis.

I just wanna ride the highs, and smile through the low downs,

Without analyzing a thing, just enjoying the slow downs.