I wondered about the moon today
my mood, the moon, my deference,
the holiday.
I wandered inside my fear,
only to medicate my world as I stand here.
I cannot move,
unable to question any ideals,
left curious with whatever is near.
Perhaps I am getting older,
this is inherent fear,
I’m aging with every day of my life,
I haven’t any idea toward where.
I really haven’t been able to move,
several moments today,
I’m standing here
Are you able to understand my fear.
