Midnight Moon
Dreams come and go
Just like thee midnight moon
Turning on thee radio looking for that certain tune
What color would you like
Even thou it does not matter as it floats high in the sky like a lost balloon
Ye wonder when thou moon shall shine
As ye ol feller sit back and sip ye wine
Back an forth ye thoughts go as you know not when to cross thee line
Let ye thoughts race and sooner or later that will combine
The sad story of ye mind is something that must be define
Clouds clearing on thou valley land
Sun starts to shine on art thou sand
A good ol feller would reach out and lend thou hand
"Get up ye lazy feller" the voice in your head starts to command
Like a fresh new penny in circulation ye art brand
Raising to them ol sore lazy feet ye got
Must realize aiming for that midnight moon is a long shot
Ye cant gamble and pull the lever like ye on a slot
If thou do ye certainly end up in thou melting pot
Let thou not be a word ye shall use is "cannot"
Dedication is something ye fellers forgot
Because through time ye midnight moon will hit right on thee dot
© Jeremy Fennell
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