Sleepless in your reason, trying to leave your mind behind,
The Big Dipper out your window, talks you through your lines.
You have the theatre of the earth and the language of the stars
And yet, your mind still lingers on the rush of passing cars.
I can see you’re tired, the lines around your eyes
Circular as pomegranates, tilted by your smile.
No goose feathers beneath your cheeks, you miss those broken wings.
I know why you can’t sleep, your dreams just miss their cornicing.
Forever Cinderella, the fate of girls who lust,
Drenched in fortunes armor, like Sisyphus you sweep the dust.
Does he still remember you, the cloud that broke the blue,
After all the other rooms that he’s been passing through?
That rush outside’s an XR2.