I gazed at the ocean, just to see your face.
Shift the tides with a smile, the definition of grace,
Do even you know what's behind the mask you where?
Or are you a victim of your own existential dispair?
I think I like you, Moon Boy.
Your spirit makes me cry.
You're broken into pieces,
But I don't know why.
I wonder if you're okay, because lately it seems,
Like you're drifting, fading outward, farther into your dreams.
Your head will overflow at the rate that you fret.
I'm here to steer your fear; I know how bad things can get.
So are you okay, Moon Boy?
You're allowed to feel.
Your validation is immortal,
Once you admit it's real.