my total hero pt. 2

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

ya, thanks for that. i'm needing all the help i can get with words - thanks for stopping in. like sitting down & calming myself & opening paperbacks & flipping & processing & such -

like
a
jar of
jellybeans
seemingly
stuck to
a rusted
grandma'
table,
can that
jar muster
enough
energy -gusto
to open
itself &
spill
it's
soul?

been there, read that, seen it -
the answer is no -
i'm just having difficulties sitting down & oh'! I guess it's all about desire right now - finding the time isn't involved in the rhyme - it's the tick, tick, tick of the normality -

like a deadbeat
walking an LA street
he bides his time -
unable to walk in a straight line -
his falling stars have all run out -

maybe we're all given a certain amount of falling star dust when we are born - & when it runs out - it's out, for good - I've bottled some of mine - but im patiently waiting to - uncork that bottle - & i've spent & good amount of time watching that jar of jelly beans move closer & clser to the edge of me mum's-mums table - hoping it will either get too close to the edge & spill - or muster enough falling star dust to erupt & open it's own lid - here's to jelly beans -
ya, thanks