I made a foolish wish to the moon.
Now that my hand's full of it,
I don't know how to deal with it.
I'm afraid of gripping on tight,
because it might crush all
the life out of this wish I made,
as it slowly flows through the
spaces between my squeezing hands.
Now I think it's time to
just let my palms open wide,
to set this wish free
and let it roam around the world
on its own two feet.
I wrote my way to it,
so I guess it's safe to say,
that I should also
write my way out of it.
Nothing good lasts forever,
that I know for sure.
Moreso, too much of something,
even if it's a good thing,
would not always end up in someplace good.
I guess it's time to break the fall,
before I hit the ground too hard.
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