Was

I loved to lay in bed and count how many stars I thought were my own
I was much less understanding back then
I was waking up early to put the blood back in me
I was not a patient person
My body was lighting up the sky and there was no way to avoid it
And people who were coming out of diners would notice me
And train drivers would stop on the tracks because they saw me
And the children that pointed at me were happy because that was all they needed to feel complete
I would put my flesh back into the grass again
I finally belonged and I began and
I was there and I never got old