You confide in the moonlight
night after night
your endless disenchanted lullabies
I know you ache to smile
through each wave of disappointment
yet the song grows older still
as do you.
Your world of false limitations
fantasies and infatuations
they leave you weak at the knees
far too eager to please.
You’re barely living, but very much alive
don’t underestimate either
nor the way you steal their hearts
when the mist lifts from your mind
when you drop your disguise
open your eyes
there’s more to wisdom than being wise
more to dreams than lullabies.