We were looking at the moon as
It was discovered
In brand new eyes
Fresh coat of lies
Reserved at the back of our heads
As parts were shared
Skin was shed
Convinced that hope
Is a flotsam
That when held tight with belief
Will keep us safe
Until we’re saved
But both are not guilty of deceit
Two like many who
Spiral around
Taking space and time
Before finally drifting into
The purpose we all succumb
As fuel, as tools, as thumb
We were just told that we’d be adults a certain age
And with it, must act a certain way
No time to teach one
How to become one
Wear this mask until you’re ready
You’re ready when you start to feel the weight of the world
Collapse where you built your dreams
It’s not as tragic as it seems
If you choose wise enough with whom to hitch it
In the dark, these beautiful things
Come to life, in smithereens
In shards, moments pierce
A brief light
As beings we open up
Asking to be accepted
Yearns for warmth
Desperate to be forgiven
Hopeful to be heard
Maybe understood
danDAman 