the moon
is new
still empty

open
for every
possibility

i stand still
to look at my life
and the ways that let me
here

the moon
will be filled
with memories
thoughts and words
stories

my life
will go
a way i can't forsee
but i'm going
anyway

the moon
will shine
at it's brightest
at the middle
of it's cycle
and everything
will look
so nice

i will
figure myself out
and have a bright day
at some point

the moon will grow older
ripe like a cheese
filled
with memories
instead of possibilities

i may
look back at this
at some point
and wish
i made a different
decision

the moon will die
when it's time comes
not go out with a bang
but fade into nothingness

the moon
is a kite
and i'm the one
to fly it

after the moon dies
a new moon
comes along
to start
over