I sit on the wet grass after the rain
watching the sun slowly rise
the birds begin to chirp
and the moon is already hidden
if there is something I would want to catch
it would be the moon
but every night I watch it hide, doing nothing about it
without the moon, there’s no night
no time to be alone in a soundless room
with loud thoughts
no time to be alone, trapped within your own self
you have to put on a show
put on a happy face
to show the world, that you are strong
but its the moon
its the night, which sees the true sadness that fills your soul
and no matter how far you run
you’re always a prisoner of your own mind