Keep me from being a fool
When were in love we're fools
But I decided to write a poem
Without knowing what I would say
So
Planes are metal birds
And flowers merely symbols
For the god in nature
The good in nature

I didn't know what I would say
But I had to say it anyways
And honestly
In many ways
As a fool I'm glad I did

So
Moons will wax
And moons will wane
A greater part of everything
Of all my joy and pain

Keep me from being a fool
And even if I have wings
Be the one to let me know
That I'm not meant
To fly