You might be surprised to learn how many suns are in our galaxy,
or how many galaxies are in this universe,
with each brushstroke, a completed verse,
with the inverse being to end it all,
can't bare the pain anymore,
nor could you,
I wouldn't watch you climb a tower and jump off,
so don't let others fall,
let it rain sunshine on your face,
feel and think before you heal,
from the supernatural ghost plaguing your mind,
in your dreams a perfect sphere,
woken to a crumbling construct,
all along had been desperate to pop.