The All Knowing Moon
Contemplating on something I need to decide
Should I show the real me
Or continue to hide?
Should I open up and let people see
That I’m thinking of all of those nights I would lay and cry
While my life lacked its glee
That I’m remembering all of my feelings I would try to deny
When I didn’t know who to be.
That I’m concentrating on the times I would ask why
And all of the times I questioned if I was free
That I’m wondering if it mattered that I would try
Or if “try” is just a word of debris
And now I’m questioning so many things while I look to the sky
I see the moon and howl in a sort of guarantee
That I won’t say fair well or goodbye
And this is something I do decree
But the moon just glows down on me and listens, that is its reply
Perhaps because it knows the real me.
Written by Drek
Submitted by Drek
Written by Drek
Submitted by Drek