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.

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