Is it possible, that all we say, and all we do, is being watched over, by someone in the sky?
The moon stands all alone in the night sky
But even when surrounded by all that darkness
It still shines every single night
Other then that one day
When the moon is gone
And only darkness stands
In its place
A little lost
A littel stuck
But I can stand
When it’s raining ducks.
Mind: My god, that was terrible.
Me: Yup.
