Have you ever had something heavy on your chest,
Or run out of air in your lungs before you reached the surface?
Have you ever seen a storm rage from inside the eye?
Have you ever felt like you were running as fast as you could but not going anywhere?
Do you feel like destroying yourself, and do you want to start over?
Do you wake up in the mornings and find yourself utterly dissatisfied with being awake?
Have you ever wanted to just run away from your problems,
Or have you wanted to ignore them till they go away?
Have you ever been told that it gets better and not believed it?
Have you ever wanted to-

I looked up at the moon
She had wasted away
She was crying, her tears splattering with a rhythmic pitter patter on my roof

As I lay in my bed, watching her cry,
She wrapped herself in clouds
Perhaps a veil of mourning

A few nights later, the sky was empty, black but for little bits of light poking through from far away

But the next night, I looked up
She was there, barely there,
But she was gaining strength
Becoming her old self again
Each night she grew stronger and fuller until she was the only thing in the sky, filling the horizon
She shined brightly
I could see her
And I could hear her humming, her song whistling through the branches of trees, tapping a beat on my window pane, singing me to sleep

Oh the moon, she comes and goes
But every night I see her
Sometimes she grows brighter
Sometimes she shrinks into herself
But every night she is beautiful
And everyday I wait for night to come so I may see her

I sit, surrounded by soft nature sounds and sights and smells
Soft streams pour into the pond, I see, I smell
The fish frolic, staying under the surface, snapping at flies
Yet underneath it all is something unnatural
Man made, made for man and nature knows not why
Caught in a cage of water and wood, the creatures will exist, ever ignorant in their plight, in their pond
In a flight of fancy, I free the fish, scooping each with net or fist from their watery prison, in the the pond imprisoned, but in my care they are free fish, no cage or cell, I set them free
They frolic on the floor, flipping, flopping, doing the dance of the free

There is no practice
We’re always playing for keeps
And yet knowing that fact
Has never helped me sleep