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The Moon is My Sun
Going through the motions,
Doing what I'm told.
Man, this plastic smile
Is getting so damn old.
Wishing away the seconds,
All days blend as one.
Dead all day, alive all night.
The moon is like my sun.
Lost amoung the vauleable.
In place beyond the stars.
I'll die for you forever
But it won't get me very far.
If friends and love are real,
Then why is keeping them so wrong?
And why can't I just talk to them
Instead of just playing along?
Going through the motions,
Doing what I'm told.
Man, this plastic smile
Is getting so damn old.
This reminded me of long band practices when we'd be so exhausted and then I'd see the moon, it would be this beautiful orange color and it would just make me feel better looking at it as i ran back to my drill spot. I know that your poem isn't about that...but it just reminded me of it for some reason.