When the Moon Sleeps
I look out my window
And stare at the moon
And look at it high in the sky
I look at it and think
Ponder away
And ask the question, Why?
Why do sleep?
Why do we rise?
Just like the moon and the sun
Why can't we stay like kids
Be children
And just have fun?
Why do we die?
Why are we born?
And why do we come to be?
I think to myself
I say to myself
The answer starts with me.
Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2005
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