YOU OF SOUND MIND
Your world is never bleak and drab
no fickle thoughts.
I heard you chastising,
chasing something within/without me.
I stood firm, not flat on my back
held up by your traction of sorts.
You hadn't fumble for a star leader -
I was never plunged to darkness,
never felt picked upon.
For the saucy moon you know, buffers me -
You'd seen me looking up, smiling.
The fluorescence of the moon as disco ball,
You saw me dancing to my own music.
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