Catch the Moon

Little boy tries to catch the moon

Like fireflies in the night in the middle of June 

Reaches up to touch the stars

Isn’t dismayed by how far away they are

To him they’re not out of reach

Just stretches out and continues to believe...

It’s not too far

Little boy grows to be a teen

Afraid of nothing? Continues to dream

Skyscrapers were meant to be tackled in one mighty leap

Nothing was impossible, at least nothing he could see

Would take away his dreams

Then life began to take its hold

Young man struggling with a past he’d never told 

All those deep-rooted fantasies

Were just his safety as he hid his dreaded beast

That ate his heart

From a childhood he’d always kept in the dark

Where am I going?

How do I live?

Within this rot I’ve always know

While inside there’s still a kid,

Who wants to play.

Young man now in his thirties 

Married once, a failure

Doesn’t know anything but fear and daydreams 

Looks at life still like that child

Aware of his anger, his hurt, but still wants to run wild

Catching the moon

But the monster, the beast

Devours his soul until he just can’t breathe

And all the fortress walls come down

Life he knows, crumbled to the ground

Like LEGO castles torn apart, spread all around

Picking up pieces now part of his life

40, and it’s just how he’s survived

But he’s learned to walk, to climb mountains that let him breathe

Still doesn’t have an answer for taming the beast

But he’s found solace within the spirit that moves the trees...

44, Looking down at his new little child

He’s a few years older, thinks he’s found 

A place to rest his head, maybe some new dreams?

But (even now) life is never what it seems

Death and divorce and tears in a little boy’s voice

Take away a life full of deceit and clouded beliefs 

Looking fully into his past 

Taking the guidance to walk past it at last

The hurt comes again real and he can’t hide behind 

Star Wars, LEGOs or B-rate comedies

He starts to believe 

That the only one who can save himself is “me”

And he breathes

Takes to fighting the battles 

No one would ever want to see

No one would believe.

And no one ever stood beside to see

Just how toxic a world could really be

Tire of being alone 

But pretty damn used to

Taking it all, and picking up pieces 

He’s roamed

Maybe now he can find a home?

Cause leaving is hard

When it’s all you’ve ever known

But sometimes, you just gotta leave

Heart just has to go.

Old man still looks to the stars

And maybe one day soon

He’ll tie a lasso around the night and

Catch the moon?

06/27/19

clc