The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me

A Final Goodbye

The wolf misses the moon

Like a burning sparing match

Howling every night for a touch it can't have

Or perhaps the wolf is homesick 

For a planet that lives

Somewhere in the fishing bowl you could find their relatives

For the wolf didn't start its life with momma or dadda

I think they began their lives as stars in the sky

and never got to say goodbye

To their best friend, the blooming moon

I think the moon pieces itself together for the wolf

It calls to the wolf in a silent whisper

Its crazy to think yet not too far from reality

To say the moon appears every night as a sign

To the wolf, a final goodbye