Lemme speak my mind

I just speak until dusk. I feel like just speaking into the moon while a slow song on a guitar is being palyed smoothly in the background. I'm laying in the park, it's about to be dark soon. The stars are going to look so beautiful. I just think about talking to each and every one of them. Am I a loon? No. But to you I'm the crazy one in the corner you stare at and whisper to your buddies something weird about me. You think I can't hear you but I can. I don't say much but I continue to talk. What you take as jibberish is actually something brilliant, something genius. You do you and I'll do me. Lemme speak my mind.