Midnight Moon

every night, i stare at the moon, im tough like a rock, but im not a goon, im gold like a lace, but silver like spoon, to want to date me, you would have to be a loon. my life is in bound, but yet out of tune, im stuck in the sand, on top of this dune, im lost in the grave, inside of this rune, ive been very dumb, but im no bafoon. right now im in, my safest caccoon, im so far away, but will be there soon, im hoping it will, get dark before noon, im soft like a peach, but rough like a prune. my life is stuck, in the mid of midnight, i cant give up, i still have to fight, i go towards the dark, but not towards the light, i did catch my train, and still missed my flight. being bad feels so good, but i know its not right, the rope on my neck, i must make it tight, people fear me, but no i dont bite, im not very tall, no im not that height. i see whats ahead, but losing my sight, im smart as a dog, but im not that bright, im riding the wind, while flying a kite, the end is right here, and it gave me a fright.