A little piece i composed on the way home from a friend, not quite happy with it but it'll do for now.
One should strive to be more like the moon
The sun burns hot
The stars are cold and distant
The clouds darken the sky
Nobody ever complains about the moon
We dance in the moonlight
shining into the dark corners
Telling untold stories
Edit: The last verse sucked, removed
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