my head

there is a very big grey cloud sitting just behind my left ear
when i wonder what i want to do
the cloud spreads further over
it fills with tears that are yet to fall
and makes my shoulders wet

the wee bottle of carbonated water living inside my head
shakes itself in this pressure
and through the lid
bubbles escape

some of the stars fell from your eyes into mine
and now i cant really see
but i know what i want to see
your words
and mine
alike
and aloud
across a big stage

when i find a mop
i will clean up the mess
my head has made