She saw two stars, One on the sea shore, Other fading down at the core.. He was a silhouette, her love was preset, eyes waited for his sight.. They both met with a starplay, Let his love stay,never betray and get away..
Wanting an escape from a busy routine.. Slipping into those sporty pair of Jean.. Flying off to some place blissful and serene... Far away from apprehension, hostility and everything in between...
Though does sound like a plan pretty clean... But once into it, the imagery loses its sheen... Nightmares haunt you, making you choke on your favorite cuisine... Leaving all that remains of you miserable and wean...
Introspection such that would make you wish for nothing less than guillotine... Making you crave your mundane existence wishing things to go back just as they had been... Over the now haywire gone subconsciousness you would then yearn for the smell of coffee bean... Apparently life doesn't get any easier when you can own a limousine...