Believe

I’m the moon up in the sky

regardless of its day or night

I’m the blinding sun that warms your skin 

and the force that moves the winds

I’m the cold road you take home 

when you’re all alone

I’m your conscience when you think 

and late at night when you sleep

I’m everything you have forgotten 

a memory never to be seen

I’m the dark that you don’t see

and the abundant dirt down beneath 

There,

is what I am 

when you don’t believe

This poem is about: 
Our world

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