While
You think about the Sun,
I think about the Moon,
Her craters and her wound.
While
You think about the warmth,
I think about the cold
And how I'm getting old.
While
You think about the day,
I think about the night
And how I almost died.
While
You think about the smile,
I think about the tears
And my unconscious fears.
While
You think about the calm,
I think about the storm.
The chaos and its form.
While
You think about the love,
I think about the fight
And how I'm never right.
While
You think about the peace,
I think about the shards
And lilies in the yards.
While
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