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