"Bright Moon Shade"
Sitting alone one night,
I gaze into wondrous star light,
Forgetting about all that ails me,
And all the plight,
Remembering that I will,
Live to fight,
Only another day.

Sitting in the moon's bright shade,
In a room that smells of a cinnamon Glade,
Thinking about all that ails me,
I just put on some righteous shades,
And realize I don't care.

Staring my peril straight in the eye,
Knowing comfortably that my problems,
Will never cause me to die,
Only to strive,
Only to give,
Only to live,
And live for others.

It is these situations that I find myself almost content.
Because nobody is perfect.