As the moon’s lost her memory, it’d still not kept her, from shining so brightly, up there, high, in the starry-accompanied skies. As the moon’s lost her memory, nobody ever notices, because people live down here on earth, while the moon, she lives opposite of the sun, up there, high, in the skies, beyond man’s reach.
As the moon’s lost her memory, there’s, no way, that people down here (on earth???) will ever figure it out, because she’s smiling, just as bright, and with that aura around her! As the moon’s lost her memory, what can she do, but to, keep smiling on, keeping watch over that nocturnal skies, not allowing her own fears, to get in the way of what she’s, supposed to do.
there she is, still high up, in the skies, not my photograph…
As the moon’s lost her memories, there’s, nothing anybody can do for her, because, as the moon ages by the day, her memories are, lost, like those grains of sand from the hour glass, and heaven only knows, how long the moon’s been around………
As the moon’s lost her memories, she can’t recall anything, who once landed on her, was it Russian, or American? Who knows, who cares! It doesn’t matter now, not to her, at her age!
Life, the Obstacle Course 