Honey, moon
Took with a spoon
Out of the sky's jar.
Like a bear chasing its food,
I search the night rise
When the light embraces the sun
But the world is still dark,
Dark black, dark white.
It makes no sense,
But neither does life.

As if I want it...
I can **** the living
But can I **** life?
May I cut its wings
Even if I've never learnt to fly?
Can I drop the spoon
And keep the moon
Inside the jar?