Constellations

Crying inside over man, over country.
 Disillusioned by the way of it all.
 Universe grows like a plague, like a flower.
 No one I know doesn't search for the walls.
 When I was young I was hope in a bottle.
 Limited none by the ground or the sky.
 Water and sun, I would grow and grow.
 Limited now by the span of my life.
 What if I was supposed to be
 A butterfly on the sleeve
 Of an aging, dying human being?
 And what if I was supposed to carry
 The words she spoke to me
 Past the tallest trees, through the galaxy?
 I thought my life would have more purpose
 I thought my day would come to call.
 I thought my gifts, like constellations,
 Were clear to all, to all.
 Minimum wage for the work of the masses.
 Stealing their chance with their 8 dollar bills.
 Falling behind under stress and distraction.
 Never do find what they're born to fulfill.
 What if I was supposed to be
 An avalanche down the steep
 Of an underwater mountain peak?
 And what if I was supposed to bury
 Treasure no eyes had seen
 Since the ship was sunk over lust and greed?
 I thought my life would have more purpose.
 I thought my day would come to call.
 I thought my gifts, like constellations,
 Were clear to all, to all.
 I know when I go I won't ask for the meaning.
 I'll laugh at it all like a big old bear.
 I'll laugh at myself for the sleepless nights.
 The purpose I sought was a younger man's care.