I sat in my room
I kept staring the moon
The night was dark and empty
Nothingness was also in plenty
I tried finding unusual corners in the sky
Maybe one can't define higher than high
Moth floated near the light
Attractions do take life
Paths waited for their aim
New milestones had no name
Breezes had some fair desperation
Awakened mind had their imagination
As Some were dreaming
Deceptions were revealing
Love never has intentions
But has forms and extensions
Deep down to the weeping soul
Everyone has to play their role