Will I drift away into the eternal universe tonight?
Will I be caught in time before that plight?
Will I become whole again soon?
Or am I always going to be like the half-moon?
I’ve lived like the phases of the moon
I am tired of not being whole
I need to regain my wholesomeness
I feel my soul is an awful mess
I’m trapped in a fish bowl
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