Shout, shout at the Moon
Shout all you want to
She won’t grace you with a whisper
She doesn’t wander, she isn’t like you
Though there are nights
I look up at the sky
And I witness a sort of reply
In her ancient, glassy eyes
They suggest a bigger, brighter, warmer light
Well, that Light leaves me burned from time to time
And I’m not sold.
If you’re looking for a confession
Then I’ve spent too long convincing
Myself I see things I don’t see
Because I needed a little (more like resemblance of) peace
Putting pure and pretty words in mouths
With rotting tongues and crooked teeth
But at least they talked to me!
You’re not alone.
I stepped out like Peter in the sea
My waves ice cracking beneath my feet
So I covered my ears with my hands and said
I don’t hear a thing!
(But I’m getting cold.)
And looking up from where I lied
On my back to rest, I sighed
At the black birds circling in the sky
Looking down with pharisaic, beady eyes
Singing–well, it was more like a screech
Much too loud and unharmoniously
Do as you’re told!
Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told! Do as you’re told!
Oh shut up, let me sleep!