half moon life

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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