I saw an insect on my arm
I could have, but I did it no harm
The light that filtered through the jar
Was formless, indifferent
An image of stars
Some things, they are so delicate
Some things, they are deliberate
I’m just a spark inside your mind
A constellation that you’ll never find
The longing for you feel that grows
What will you do when it starts to go
Sometimes we are just currency
Most times it’s not secretly
What is the beat behind
The beat behind your heart
Could be maybe, could be maybe not
Did you mean
You meant to mention that
What is the beat behind
The beat behind your heart