Brick in the Sky
The stars hung in the sky
Kinda like how bricks don’t,
Or rather they won’t.
If I throw a brick hard enough
Will it float?
Or better yet,
Maybe it’ll knock a star down.
Then I could hold it,
The star will know how the brick feels
All the way down on the ground.
If I threw the brick at the moon
Will it knock the moon down to earth?
Could I hold the moon too
with the star?
So bright and so heavy.
No more crescents in the sky,
No more bright lights in the air,
For I have knocked them all down
With my brick that needs to float
Like the stars in the sky.