I caught myself staring at the moon last night
and wondering what we all meant
and why, from far away we all look so small
no matter who we are and what we mean
because the moon she made me realize
how small we really are
and how large the vastness is
in its total excess
and total importance
how the emptiness inside us is filled
with tiny insignicant creatures
we don’t ever stop to think about who lives inside us
or at least I never do
but sometimes I feel weird
and sometimes I feel like God
apathetic, indifferent, loved, hated
as if its rare to be alone