A Whole New Moon Poem by Nick Kler

Sometimes,
In the middle of the night
I wake up all alone
And I start to wonder

Where was I really meant to be?
If there were no pressures at all
Under which star?
Would I have been living

Happily surrounded by my family
Buried under martial bliss
Did I take a turn too soon?
Did I miss a whole new moon?

Before my eyes
Could fill up again
I decide to close them
I try to fall asleep
Deep into my imaginary life