I don’t know who is wrong or right.
I do know who will lose the fight.
There’s logic and there’s emotion.
There’s gravity, but also the notion,
That the moon is trapped in an endless dance,
With the restless ocean.
I feel as empty as a coral bleached sea.
The things I need, you can’t give to me.
I don’t know where to assign the blame,
Or if I want more of the same.
We may continue on in a mindless trance,
Like the moon and the sea in an infinite dance.
But the moon, they say, grows dimmer each year,
As the Earth holds it less and less near.