I looked up at the moon
through one single
slightly swaying branch
Felt the wind glance sideways
to the city sky
filled with dancing stars
Distracted by the millions of cars
and people traveling nowhere
In this boxed world
of memories and futures
humans made from Godlike foam
I desperately wondered aloud
to the silent, patient lights
How long will it be
until I'm inside of your arms
pointing at the one twinkling star
I wished upon
to bring you home
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