paperstegosaurus

I sit in the darkness The lonely summer moonlight Grabbing at my hair. And I too know its loneliness, Writing by its beams, Two lonely souls. And together we mourn. As I sit in the darkness We mourn for those who dream, but will never know reality We mourn for those who eat, but never taste For those who like but never love For those who study but may never know wisdom. Who cry without feeling Who laugh without smiling And for the tragic days to come, When the happiness has past. As I sit in the darkness Perhaps I could turn on the light, Talk without speaking, Laugh without smiling, And cry without feeling, But then the moon won’t s