I am suddenly perched upon a glacier
Bitter wind blowing, I feel the earth rotating
From this view I can be more insightful
Swap back to the car
The girl next to me
She is a monstrous witch
With gorilla hands and wispy aura
I can see her personality
Can feel it's no fit for me
Next thing I know, I'm in a video game
Driving around a virtual world
We park and naturally look up
Searching for the moon in the night
It's a guide for the soul
A boost of confidence for the nightly soul
Not finding it I subject myself
The reality turns to origami on me
I dodge the paper cuts with ease
Over a thousand miles
Sustaining mere scratches
The absence of the moon noticed
Allows me to be more cynical
To make the choices I must to survive
I have a connexion to the moon
One that is sacred and immortal
The guiding spirit of the night
She is fluid and up for interpretation
My love for her is personal
Like another parent that has phases
Drifting in and out
Teasing me to become self sufficient
Spirit help me to live in the right
To think as you would and love
I am the shaman of the moon
I do her bidding like a puppet
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