The moon
In broad daylight
It gives a lovely light!
The madman
Is my refuge and my shield
You make it easy to delight!
All the weapons
In the world would cause no harm
If they had some sentimental charm
Sometimes I think
About the night come mid morning
The glittered darkness is restoring
Sweep the things of yesterday
Into a countless ashed array
To toss it out with thoughts gone by
And still we ask ourselves
Am I amazing?
I am amazing
Am I amazing?
I am amazing
No pressure worn for wear
Sarcastic snares
Teeter-totter back and forth
To find the gentle hover
To discover the perfect weightlessness
Svelte calm serene
With all the answers
Travelling safely stowed away
In our back pockets
Forgotten hastily
‘Tis but to blind dismay
© GÄ
Poétique 