You and the Moon

Walking towards a destination,
stepping on the concrete jungle.

The last light is moving into the night
as the moon rises into the sky;
an orb so big and bright, so alive.

Silver spoons handed never to you,
yet the thought of only one would’ve helped;
a favour to help you walk the chosen path.

Noises, emotions, a convoluted mess;
you drown it all out with your world: music.

Turning the corner, it’s only you and the moon.
You share a moment before the darkness closes in,
and the dreams you cannot grasp,
seem too vivid and bright.

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