if the moon was a human being
she would be the kind of person
that we all search for in our lives

she would be the irreplaceable glow
that makes you look at things
in a different way,
a light that would make you feel
anything, everything but alone

she would be so strong
yet so delicate at the same time
and i'd adore her,
thought probably not as much as i do now,
i tend to appreciate some things more
when they are unreachable
in the distance

but if the moon was a human being
i think she would be too perfect
to actually be one,
she'd constantly hear "you don't belong with us down here on earth
but up there in the sky"
and she would remind me of you

so maybe,
just maybe,
i cannot have her
because i already have someone like you
and you are more than i will ever deserve

Please, PLEASE -
Grant me this release.
From the burdens of this reality
I would like to be freed.
These lines are something I want you to read
Before it's too late.
To your hearts, I capitulate,
To your minds, I delegate,
To your souls, I supplicate -
LISTEN.

Not all of us can cry it out loud,
Or effortlessly open up.
Not all of us are gifted
With an endlessly-flowing cup.
Many of us
Struggle to survive;
If you're lucky, you might have a 9-to-5
Maybe even have time to be alive,
And not just exist.

But, that is not enough -
We have a world that is rough,
Where millions die every year,
Where people hold bodies that were once dear.
Look at ourselves;
Those who are sheltered from the storm
Lie in its deceitful eye,
Incapable of understanding beyond their norm.

We are wearing blinders,
And have plugged out the noise, too;
If I were you,
The next time someone needs help,
I would listen to everything,
Through and through.

This one is for the broken, the beaten and the ******;
All the people that were persecuted and attacked.
All the slaves and migrants
Lining the floor of the sea.
All the men, women and children
Who died trying to be free.
This one
Is for those who toil and hustle
Without any hope for improvement -
Fragmented we are powerless,
Together we are a movement.

We almost made it.
It was almost enough.
I was almost enough.
She almost lived.
He almost woke up.
They almost did it.
But it wasn't enough,
Only almost.