Practical

I sometimes
scream at the moon
And put my faults
on the stars
And for me,
that satisfies my curiosity
As to why they fall
I never needed to
know the science
I just assumed
meteor showers
Were somehow my blame
(Like everything else
that didn’t seem practical)

Just as it suits
everyone else’s needs
To use me as
their scapegoat
What they don’t
understand is
Even after I’m gone
Those stars will
continue to fall

I sometimes
scream at the moon
And put my faults
on the stars
And I just pray that
Those damn stars
Drop suddenly
to leave the moon
Hang in a blank sky
So I can finally
have peace of mind
That I can’t be
blamed for anything else
That isn’t practical