• And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping;
    The Moon tells me a secret - my confidant:

    "As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own, and
    A million light reflections pass over me.
    Its source is bright and endless,
    She resuscitates the hopeless;
    Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams."

    And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt:
    Don't want to be down here, soothing my narcissism;
    I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
    I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.