a picture of the lonely moon
appears to fill my window view
so high above it surely knows
the secrets that I wish I knew
it sees the selfish world below
then hides its eyes behind a cloud
as if to look away from truth
that cruelty is disavowed
and some of us prefer to dream
and look away from sin and vice
preferring gazing at the stars
the ultimate escape device
still others draw the curtain tight
to block the weeping stars and moon
for they suspect the chance was missed
and no reprieve is coming soon
but something tells me I must fight
I know the darkness cannot stay
the moon and stars reveal the path
till morning sun returns the day
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