It took me all night to fix this moon
See, I once thought night was a tricky thing

I don't know how to put it
It feels different in the day
Like coherence slips with the rhythm of this sound

A whispering demand of not to think
now the world is in mute

I gaze my body floating in the middle of the afternoon
The moon I made is showing an unknown side
And my only point of reference is burning my eyes

The day was not supposed to act like that
At times I am most unprepared for
Demanding moons I've never made before

So night comes, and I toss my moon around
When the day arrives again, I'll be waiting in the ground