Moon

Showered with moonlight, Glistening waves of the ocean Depth that haunts me yet The waves never fail to attract me. Just like we're scared and yet Drawn to death What we call life Is subjective. For someone, it's to enjoy For someone, it's suffering. For me, whatever I felt a while ago Or whatever I'll feel afterwards. Random outbursts of emotions, Be it happy or sad For most part, I either think too hard or avoid the question What really is life. Putting my thoughts away, Snapping back to reality... The chilly wind feels so good I'm just dazed by the gleaming light Of this full blue moon. I wonder If the moon ever feels lonely Or craves for warmth In these long cold nights.