Don’t let yourself float away to the moon,

Or you’ll miss that flowers under your feet that bloom.

Quiet words that hide under the lies people tell you,

Come to life when you turn your back from them they do.

It’s a quiet admirer in the corner of your eye.

Or a small friend on the edge that wants to die.

The moment you turn your back on them,

Their love multiplies by the tens.

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon,

Or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.