A crystal prism dangles from the crescent moon,

And together they forever spin and twirl around my cluttered room.

Wondering what’s to come,

Wondering where they’ll be…

When Venus and Jupiter switch their being.

And the soul behind my window

Trapped behind the blinds,

Taps his fingers against the glass,

Swallowing my wasted time.

I ask myself how the planets affect his life or me…

And wonder why he lets the planets take him