because
i drink the dark and eat the light
for i am the moon's only child.
she caressed me like a mother would
and shone her light
for me to read books i should.
the horse neighs
the dog barks..
the sweet sound
i hear are of that
the lost lark's.
but the sunlight
and the warm bright
i cannot resist.
maybe, just maybe
i'ts because i don't exist.