• Author B. D. West



How far is the moon?

I have no clue.

How deep is the ocean blue?

I’d tell you if I knew.

Why can’t money grow on trees?

Why can’t I wonder the earth as I please?

I need a place to run.

I could live on the moon, never to be burned by the sun.

Wish I could live a life that is charmed.

A skip in my step, lady luck on my arm.

Some day’s I don’t feel real.

I’m looking through the windows of how I feel.

Endless disappointment.

Never Joy to be sent.

Will I ever smile again?

Will it never end?

                                                    I cannot cry, until I have lived

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