The Moon and the Dream

Under the overpass last night
The moon sat alone and cried

The feeling of dissatisfaction
Familiar like an evil sister

High and wide-eyed
A dream came 'round the corner

Threw its clothes into the river
And said, "Now who’s the wretched figure?"

And the moon replied
"Why does summer always seem as though we're going nowhere
Or as though the part with meaning is already over?"

They watched the fabric slip downstream
A casket on the water