Moons and Other Mysteries
I sat with my glasses off
and everything was blurry
my heart was exhausted
though my mind was in a hurry
so I stared at the moon
now a fuzzy white light
and I sat there awhile
alone with the night
some things in life are never quite clear
they're vague and ambiguous
and fill you with fear
but these things don't need to be revealed quite so soon
because even mysteries can be breathtaking
just like the blurry moon
This poem is about:
Me
Our world