Midday moon,
A stranger in your own home.
The uninvited guest.
Mammothly insignificant,
Yet strangely unavoidable.
Midday moon.
Midday moon,
Why are you not sleeping,
Waiting for night to come?
Why are you not dozing lazily,
In the vast emptiness of space?
Bobbing awkwardly in the cloud-filled sky.
Midday moon.
Midday moon,
Why do you don your silver gown,
Before your late night dance?
Why are you peeking through the clouds,
Spying on the Sun?
Faded and pale in the harsh light of day.
Midday moon.
Midday moon,
Why do you shimmer in the bright blue sky?
The unwanted intruder.
Why do you float upon a sea that is not yours to float on?
Why do you bother?
Unpopular, unwelcome, unloved.
Midday moon.
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