Why am I so surprised, everytime moonlight shines?
Why am I so startled, when the stars misaligne?

For its all natural; unavoidably factual.
For its all inherent; though my indifference’s apparent.

Why am I so shocked, everytime I fall down the pit.
Why am I so amazed, every time the match doesn’t fit.

I supposes its because the feeling never remains.

I get back up and do it all again.
And I return to the warm rain.

The moon always comes up, and I watch in awe.
Surprised by what I saw.

Confused by its entrance, but soon to forget it.
At least I’ll never regret it.

-Gabe