i follow the moon

every night i sit and stare at the sky, remembering my day, thinking of tomorrow, looking back at all the things that i tried, all i would change, and what i would keep the same, it seems that my life, follows the moon, at times it's half empty, and sometimes it's full, spinning around through darkness and light, falling so low, and rising so high, from afar the moon is perfect and bright, the surface so smooth, and that's how i'm supposed to look, but i'm tired of using distance to hide, the scars and shadows of my heart, 'cause they make me who i am, it seems that my life, follows the moon, at times it's half empty, and sometimes it's full, spinning around through darkness and light, falling so low, and rising so high, when i feel strong i chase the days, dancing in circles through phase after phase, and when i feel lost, i try to remember that i, i follow the moon, i'm holding on tight, through darkness and light, joy can be fleeting and grief takes time, i follow the moon, it seems that my life, follows the moon, at times it's half empty, and sometimes it's full