We Are up Early Again Honey Bug

Running, an open field
With nothing but a black sky out in front of you
Big enough to swallow you
Big enough to make you feel as if your significance might not mean something

I wish the Big Dipper would come down and scoop me up
I want to float, be cradled by the universe

Because I know you can't always have a person hold your hand
Even if you are scared
Because there are some things you just have to do
And nobody can hold your hand

And there's something in the back of my head telling me everything is going to be just fine
When looking at the stars, they practically spell out, "It's okay"

From the tips of your fingernails, to the heels of your feet
You are made of star stuff, cosmic lattes, you matter

I used to have a nightmare as a kid
I was surrounded by darkness and then all of a sudden every object, person, feeling, everything that ever existed in my life, collided in on itself
A giant mass of a mess, a giant mess of a mess
Okay, again
A giant mass of a mess, floating right in front of me

My stomach hurts, bring me a butterfly net
Please catch whatever is inside of me, put it in a jar, put it away, it's okay
It's okay
And that's it