What happen to the carefree joy.
When the world was old, but you were young.
Where the listeners always listen.
To the troubles not lasting until the night fall.
What happen to the time where you could dream.
Where your lovers new all your names.
The things that were passing always making you sing.
Where is the feeling that tonight was the night.
That made everything seem small, but the eyes lied to hide its crime.
That they never told the truth.
All you did was learn how the world always cried.
Yet, they say the eyes never lied.
Looking at the sun trying to catch the stars.
Nightfall’s and the stars still do not appear.
Rumblings from the moonlight keeps you at bay.
Trying to find ways where they can meet each other’s rays.
Always a near miss, but each day they grow further apart.
Loving the night light but hunger for the heat that brings you to your knees.
Telling stories to others to hide the dark matter in your heart.
Feeling alone when the room is crowded.
Learning that love has never been real.
Focusing on the future but forgetting about the present.
You stay looking up hoping that tomorrow will come.
So, you watch the sun for it is chase for a new day.
Then you cry under the moonlight, for another day has gone.
And all you did was watch the sun.