the moon is shining on me.
does that mean anything?
do i mean anything?
ill never know.
the white light blinds my eyes,
as i look at it.
the moon.
whats does that mean?
do i mean?
will i ever know what it is?
a cresent?
a quarter?
or a full?
will i know who i am?
i dont want it to go down.
will it go down?
will i go down?
it will.
and so will i.
