My heart is screaming in disbelief,
there has to be some mistake,
this is denial, the first stage of grief.
This is what starts my heartache.

I cursed the world and called it a thief,
it took my dream and swallowed it.
This is anger, the second stage of grief.
This is when i became a hypocrite.

And then came the question of what if,
maybe i can still have a part of that dream.
This is bargaining, the third stage of grief.
This is what stops the heart's scream.

Then the eyes got heavy and the legs got stiff,
nothing nothing, i want to be nothing.
This is depression, the fourth stage of grief.
This is when my soul forgot to sing.

There are no magic words that will bring relief,
it is what it is, i am gonna go get some ice cream.
This is acceptance, the last stage of grief.
Now i begin again in search of my next dream.

The sun went down,
blue clouds were gone,
the sky turned black,
lit up by a distant rock.
Stars as far as the eye can see,
I gifted one to each of my worries,
before long it was a starless sky,
but my worries continued to multiply.
I looked up at my friend in solitude,
the moon was laughing at me, so rude.

"So you are laughing at my expense?"
'I am laughing at the ridiculousness,
you had such a beautiful scenery,
sold it all to think about your worry,
now you sit here losing your present,
lost in your made up moments.
If only you could realise,
worries are a mind's cruel lies,
the worst things rarely come true,
yet they rule your mind fool.'

Maybe this stupid moon has a point,
I'll forget about my worries just for tonight,
One by one my worries fly,
the stars are back in the sky.
The moon had a smile bigger than before,
one day I will hear a knock at my door,
but whatever may happen does not matter,
as long as I have my company and laughter.