Every time I read a book
I think
When will I
Get a chance
To change the world
When will I
Get a chance
To find pure happiness
When will I
Get a chance
To pursue my dream
When will I
Get a chance
To do something crazy
When will I
Feel adventure
Feel accomplishment
Feel satisfied
When will I
Have to stop asking
Silver arms
Reaching up
Delicate
And yet bearing
Weight
A big middle
Rough
Covered in patterned skin
Big enough
That my arms don't
Wrap around
The course outside
Bathing me in a ghoulish glow
Brightening the dark
Staring at me
Barely disturbed
All the way up there
Floating among
The stars
Simply being
Bathing me in a ghoulish glow
I love the moon
Elegant
Lonely
Determined
Exasperated
Sensational
Tough
Damaged
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