Written By: Ash Catcher
The Moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, color, and nuance.
I took a moment last week to appreciate
One of the biggest full moons I have seen to date.
Forgot for a split second how much that cosmic rock dictates my life.
There are days that aren’t so bad, those times only hurt like a butter knife.
But as the tides sway back and forth.
My mood heightens, and all I want is to get back to Earth.
It's all about position, and my conjunction to the moon.
But guess once reality comes back, and we establish a timeline I am stuck on Boone.
Getting restless in search of something new.
Certainly my next chapter in life deserves a different kinda view.
Maybe more sunny, or dry.
Much more rocky, I need a better place to hide.
These days change just like the lunar cycles.
And I know I am being a bit dramatic, but I think I’ve lost some vitals.
Information that I am tired of hiding I know.
Pretending all is well, and that eventually this can all plateau.
Maybe she is hollow, maybe she really has become aerated over time.
What If I am not really filled with cheese like they say, what if I have been reduced to limes.
Sour taste left in your mouth, but I have adapted to the rind.
It would be a terrible place to relocate all of humankind.
But pull me in any direction and I am bound to go along with it, at least for a little while.
Cosmic crap thrown my way, I hear it is in style to be hostile.
Violating all human reason, this stuff when you think about it makes next to no sense.
I really wanna know what NASA found down there, to pull out all the defenses.
Man, I haven't stopped looking up tonight.
It's a different kinda feeling, trying to fake it in the daylight.
Lunar loonies, kinda wacky, nothing normal comes out at night anymore.
Freakin dying for a real day off and a trip to the shore.