Out in the countryside, off the road
under the roof of an old ranch house;
sits a girl in her old worn coat
staring into the midnight sky.
To the stars she speaks,
of the world she seeks.
To the moon she mutters,
about her life in the gutters.
In the city, the heart of fortune
under the metalled roof of a building;
sits a boy with a guitar in hand to tune
staring into the midnight sky.
To the stars he speaks,
of the calmess he seeks.
To the moon he mutters,
about his life behind the shutters.
"I want to start over," she'll say
But she can't, to her dismay.
"I want to leave this all behind," he'll declare
But the people around him just won't care.
So brace yourselves
and fasten your seatbelts.
For the cycle of life is a strange one
where not everything is brightened by the rays of the sun.
-Liyingbeni
