The sun and the moon/The son of the moon

Where do I start?
We're worlds apart under the same sun.
One thousand sons
five hundred days
taking two at a time.
If theres really no time then how could I
manage to hope to manage mine.

How does this end?
Exploding the sun for the moon,
for a friend.
One thousand men
better than me
saving the best for the last thing you said.

Arranging the last thing you heard,
you step out of context to see where else it works.
A prior arrangement for a plan so absurd.
I hope this still works.
Pray like a b*****d then forget every word.

Theres nothing new under the sun.
The moon is my mother so at night I hold my tongue.
I'm sick of these rhymes but they seem
to be my only consistency.
Its nothing new and I'm just fine,
I hope you're fine with me.

Reviews

[Me]

From start to finish this had me spellbound

[eglantine]

:D "The moon is my mother" as you well know, she is mine as well I love that you then say "so at night I hold my tongue" I don't care for the last two lines... continue with your brilliant celestial imagery!

[dukovan]

Ever listen to "the moon and Antarctica" its modest mouses first real "album" older. Stuff but a great album. Yeah a little if how I'm feeling leaks out in pieces even if it doesn't make a lit of consistant sense. Just pieces to pick up and to rewrite for another day

[afra]

great write ...i love it