Does the rabbit wish to be the fox?
Even a rabbit must long for it, right?
Does the moon wish to be the sun?
I wish so too.
For if I were anybody else.
I could finally look at my reflection.
People wake up to the sounds of alarm clocks,
I wake up to the sound of crying.
I wonder every morning,
Who could be crying this early in the morning?
Even the sun hasn't awoken yet.
But I realize,
That it is not anybody else,
After all, I live alone.
YOU ARE READING
The Age of Starlight
Poetrya book of poetry written in the shadows of the night, with the stars as the only light. while the age of starlight was at it's peak. *completed*
