Starry Eyes

He said to himself “I want to see stars”,
As he brushed crumbs from his desk,
From two day old birthday cake,
He happened to be eating with a plastic spoon.

He then found some stars,
He cut them out to fit his needs,
He taped them to the ceiling,
He can see them as he falls asleep.

Now at night he needs nothing,
He can lay in bed alone,
Without feeling like an island,
He can see the stars.

Now when you see him,
You’ll know his face,
Because his eyes,
Mimic his ceiling.

He no longer needs coffee,
He no longer needs sunlight,
He can be happy every day,
And he never had to leave his house.

June will go by with hot nights,
October will fall past him,
And December will tempt his heart,
But he’s not the same person.

His ceiling has eyes that look into his stars.