they're free for those who dare to take
| Stealing Stars
Like riding backseat in stolen cars
roadtripping to where we share dreams,
modesty can be severed at the seams
not quite as far as planet Mars.
Somewhere west of Denmark's bars,
a comet shoots through clear night skies
lighting up all those wishers' eyes,
inviting barks from larks and lars.
But while some wage their private wars
as if their righteousness is so great,
with less ado than drawn-out debate
we heard the call and here we are,
shamelessly stealing the midnight stars.