• I always tried shooting for the moon
    expecting some brilliant prize
    or maybe even, without the hype
    i looked on for some time
    at the lovely crescent in the sky
    blanketed by dark perfection
    and couldn't tear my glare from it
    and her undying lesson
    of how i always aimed for her
    lonely white facade
    situating kindness
    in some way i never made
    fiscal opportunities
    cut so deep, they scarred
    so even when i missed the moon
    i fell amongst the stars