Thursday, January 28, 2016
Stealing the Moon
I once thought I could move mountains,
Build castles from local wood,
Communicate with stars at night,
And think they understood.
I visualized walking with lions,
Discovering peace on earth,
The answer to the meaning of life,
And a reason for my own birth.
Oh but that was in my youth,
Old age came all too soon!
I’m forced to abandoned future plans
To run away, stealing the moon.