Sometimes They Collide

I see stars in you

Scattered forms of light guiding us through

The endless clots of darkness above our roof

But sometimes they collide

A black hole inside

If i can't find a way to clear my mind

My brain will implode through my god damn skull

But with peace we find longings for complex times

Is there a balance that can help us coexist?

I want weight, I want comfort, and significance

It's fine, I'll get it right

I'll do it better next time