The moon calls out like a stranger, to love me away from this life.
I want to leave but I'm stuck in this chair
like gravity is working too hard.
I can't help but wish that I was further than the moon.
It just hangs up there looking down, bright and full it keeps me up.
The wind slightly blows as I sit out here writing in darkness.
I can hardly see the ink on the paper.
The only light shining on me comes from tonight's full moon.
No one else to share it with me but the chair I'm sitting on.
I'm just sitting outside in the cold, dark air wondering why I'm here.
I feel alone though I feel surrounded, nothing outside but me and the moon.
But should I feel lonely alone? I do.
The colder I get, the more I want to leave but something draws me outside.
I comfort my lonely inside with it's match, the sole moon.
I wish someone could tell me why I feel lonely.
But of course, I am alone.
I want to leave but I'm stuck in this chair
like gravity is working too hard.
I can't help but wish that I was further than the moon.
It just hangs up there looking down, bright and full it keeps me up.
The wind slightly blows as I sit out here writing in darkness.
I can hardly see the ink on the paper.
The only light shining on me comes from tonight's full moon.
No one else to share it with me but the chair I'm sitting on.
I'm just sitting outside in the cold, dark air wondering why I'm here.
I feel alone though I feel surrounded, nothing outside but me and the moon.
But should I feel lonely alone? I do.
The colder I get, the more I want to leave but something draws me outside.
I comfort my lonely inside with it's match, the sole moon.
I wish someone could tell me why I feel lonely.
But of course, I am alone.
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You should put a disclaimr on those things =p I was all somber and pensive all morning.
People are always stuck inside their own heads, but we can share time with one another.
Or something like that. I am not deep or thoughtful, just able to shake my booty.