you've overgrown the body that contains your living soul Surrendered it to follies that could never make you whole And every single vine has cast a shadow on your skin retired you to darkness made of something held within Consider it a glimpse of what you truly want to see forever has an eye beyond the thought of you and me And if you want to follow every person you have won I'll disappear completely and return to you a song you may consider writing while the music feeds your bones but it will not continue when you've eaten what they've known There's nothing less eternal than the cells we cannot hold They'll paint some kind of pretense in the stories they have toldΒ Β The flesh is only flesh if we command our human's way forget we are eternal as we try to run the day
title and inspiration taken from Margaret Wise Brown's, "Goodnight Moon"