The moon, the sun
Don’t go anywhere
But out of view
Out of sight
Linger there
Same place
Of all time
Casting shadows
Casting light
Everywhere
But my mind.
It takes a while
For it to form
But there’s a doubt
In every yearn
That it shouldn’t be so.
But whoever keeps the moon
Or the sun
Out of touch
And then wonder why
Bad luck has befallen
Is strange like morning dew
If you only knew
I’m thirsty for just a sip of wisdom.
Ranting like a madman
And the seconds count down
No mask
Seems a little risky
Picked a fight with the porter
Got my bags thrown out the window
Out on the street again
Hearing voices
And this is what they said:
“Even if you wonder that it may not be so, it is. And that’s unfortunate because even if you didn’t think so. It was always so. Forever will be- until the end of time.”