Moon

Trapped in a recycling story
Clusters of souls in search of glory
Always unaware that they have lost
What is real and what is not
Dazzled by a warped boundless thought

The ones who live waiting for the Sun
I'm laughing at them
Contemplating from afar
We're all blind to sparks of truth
Dying in blankets of darkness

Standing on the Moon
Contemplating from afar
Far enough from what I want
Where all I got were only scars
Shapes fade, lights faint
And as I've always known
Earth was not my home



Credits
Writer(s): Carlo Semenzato
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