The moon rises above the city
through an endless cycle of days.
Watching
The city sleeps beneath bright stars
that its dwellers rarely see
for sidewalks capture their gaze
within mazes of their own devising.
Waiting
We live penned in by walls unseen
until some grand accident
drags our reluctant eyes
above our own trudging feet.
Waking
Then childhood dreams set us free
to chase bold pirates
and sail on airless seas
driven by winds of imagination.
Wanting
Still, the sly moon smiles wisely,
sharing secrets with the city below.
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