The Sun, The Moon, And Little Nelly

I sat and watched the sun go down
Leaving me with empty thoughts.
I saw the many thousand frowns
That walked by my face distraught.

The grief their faces showed
Was nothing to the moon's glow
Far above the sky bestowed
With every road and mode to show.

Nobody did see the sun
It was hiding far below.
And nobody cared to run
Hiding from the moon's blow.

What will the moon do
When it comes down to see
That nobody really grew
And would rather just flee?

Souls are scared--
Too afraid to think;
Always being compared
To a brain that shrinks.

This soul is bright
Riding at the sunny sky.
It would only fight
The darkness of goodbye.

Brush your hair
Sing your song.
Nobody cares
Whether you were wrong.
Everyone stares--
You were dead all along.

And who could really tell
That you stopped to sing?
Everyone kept walking, well;
As a circus on a string.

They do balance, there, so well
While you play your thing.
What did you call it? Do tell,
Before I gain my wing.

And nobody had the heart to bring
Little Nelly's wedding ring.
We were all aware her lover's fling
Would leave a broken set of strings.

Now the sun seems to rise anew
Riding me to the sky.
But whose really riding who?
And what is there to try?

I'm Just waiting for the moon to die;
While the sun takes to the sky--
Tomorrow morning I'll be high
And little Nelly won't ask "why?"
She'll just try to fly.