I think the man on the moon is laughing at me…..

I think the man on the moon is laughing at me…

No, I could almost swear on it.

He sits on his perch, so high in the sky,

Laughing, so I’ll never forget.

His smiles echo through my dreams,

No, they are ingrained within them.

He skims past memories, forgotten pleasantries,

Searching for what I’ll never find again.

His seductive words are calling me,

No, they’re pushing and grabbing.

He pulls like snake, like a string on some bait,

Pulling me out, to watch the moon light advancing.

I stand alone in this world here today,

No, I stand with him.

He’s a vivid teacher, a learned seeker,

Opening my eyes to the growing dim.

He watches my every move,

No, he is behind my every action.

He’s directing my eyes, directing surprise,

Showing me what I’d never believe on my own.

I can laugh too.