the wheel in the sky
we call the moon
prefers to shine quite brightly

down on all the pedestrians and structures
into the windows and homes

of the content little children

the stressed
glum
constantly agitated
angry
passionless
teens

preparing for all the exhaustion and pressure
the world will bring them
tomorrow
and the day after tomorrow
and the day after that
and that
and that

the stars that twinkle and shine
like the tears i shed
that day
years ago
with that wheel in the sky