This watery moon reflected by the sky
Is a clearer image as it gets high
(Funny how that works)

The sky looks different when it's drowning
In the sea, waves engulfing the stars
Leaving only black with wobbling white

We're all suffocating
Under the weight of this world
Drowning in a sea of inadequacy

But head up, above things are clearer.
No more or less beautiful but
Higher,, less lonely, and infinite, full of possibilities