
The Moon’s soft light, a restless sigh. Emotions sway, beneath the sky. We seek a ground, a steady art. And find our peace, to mend the heart. Anxiety rises, a whispered dread. We build our walls, inside our head. Illusions bloom, a misty chain. We chase a calm, through wind and rain. We hold on tight, to fleeting dreams. And find ourselves, by silent streams. Can we release, this restless plea? And find our calm, eternally? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, but never gone.
The mind’s a stage, where feelings roam. And lunar tides, seek a safe home. We seek to grasp, a tranquil grace. To find our peace, in time and space. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us lost, another day. Can we release the need to claim? And find a solace, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this restless, lunar pain.
The whispers of a troubled mind. Where shifting moods, their solace find. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every quest, it brings us near. To inner peace, and banish fear. Can we find comfort, in the still? And break the chains, that bend our will?
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