The moon
Fills the glass bowl
That is the sky
Empties my mind
I wonder where you are
If you were made for cities
Did you grow restless in high school too?
Were people like us made for planes?
The ceiling is lit
Do pillows miss us when we aren't there for them to hold us?
Did teachers dream of being teachers?
The world has weight but never falls
I went to tell you I love you
But instead I typed "I don't know "
And life is full of uncertain
And do I want to know?