Magical stars
Humid weather
The sun’s gone down
It’s dark like
Black leather
Soon the sun will come out
A new day
A new page
I like it this way
Things don’t always have to stay the same
Why make things a game
That’s lame
Then comes another day
After that
Full of mystery
Since it hasn’t happened yet
But excitement at the same time
For living in a day and age
Where oftentimes I’m in a cage
The beauty of a rubbish poem
It feels like home