I am made of stardust and sunflower seeds

the fruits of my nature that stretch near and far

I am made of sunny days spent sprawled on a freshly trimmed lawn with the shadow of a forever green tree

where my mind is left to wander as my flesh stays still

I am made of long lonesome nights spent on a pastel bedspread staring at the stars and their made-up constellations

And maybe if I could fly I would reach

I am made of lyrics that stick to the tip of your tongue and a melody you subconsciously hum

I am made of Ink spraying from a flimsy pen splotching upon my skin as lines mock my veins