The sun chases the moon,
and the moon chases me.
I sit still,
content and free.

Our science is wrong,
but our religion is worse.
Only by ignoring the two,
can you orbit in reverse.

In a factory jungle,
among birds and things,
the child slave labors,
over your wedding ring.

I went their once,
it wasn't too bad,
the flies don't bite,
but the liquor drives you mad.

Oblivity is ecstasy!
Ignorance is bliss!
so says I,
so says the abyss.

Beauty is fleeting,
but chase it I will.
Still waters run deep,
but also breed ill.

And in the midst of my travels,
a young girl might weep,
for reaching the summit,
only excites what's steep.

And so I am shallow,
withered and fatigued,
crawling on all fours,
my kneecaps bleed.

Yet amongst these shades of fall,
I pray for your green,
to compliment my troubles,
oh shape shifting queen.