Teasing moonbeams hiding
just in front of me
right out of reach
stretching fingertips
tasting the glow
though I will always know
I may never find my way.

As the streetlights flicker
my hope starts to stick to the pavement
I walk in a forever forward motion
one foot in front of the other
never sideways although
I can't say the same about
those I think I know.

By all means, when life hands you small potatoes
be a hypocrite and forget about the silver lining.