my body in the moon

But glaced under warps and wraps

Blank papers and cardbord layers

My childhood remains

And a body about to rust

Is left to yearn and lust

my knuckles and limbs to dust

And the glowing moon is the final form

Round and never to be seen at dawn

And i need to push push push

To not fly to the sky

Wheigh my feet to the ground

And walk around still

And live

Try to live

With a little bit

Of sun in my eye

Yet i am happy

To hear the drizzling of fountains

Dripping from lunar skies