Phases

Once there was a man that dreamed of the moon

He swore he could see it even at high noon

While he worked his job or at home using his broom

He knew he would travel there & it would be very soon

As he slept he kept an account of ever crevice & crater

He felt there was more to these visions maybe a gift from the creator

The feelings were intoxicating that once he awoke he couldn’t wait for sleep later

He thought maybe it’s my imagination wanting for something greater

Life’s a bitch yet he doesn’t hate her he just wish there was a translator

For dreams, other’s schemes, mean memes, fake love themes, evil being apart of your team

So it seems the screams of most regimes are notions for disease

So maybe his brain opened this path that gives him a place to feel more pleased

With not just the world but his self esteem

Also everything outside the Earth beams & gleams of light

In the eyes of humans he searched for that same light in other’s sight

Yet the hue is green & most envy so back to the feeling of flight

Reaching heights of forever night such a delightful cosmic kite

No ship he would just jump & leave

Racing pass the leaves

Until he is relieved

No air to breathe

Just space

Embrace

Peace