My Life

The moon was coming up

over the horizon to dance and play.

It sent the sun to run

away, whispering “go, go”

The moon watched the day turn a page,

and then the sky was its to take

for the night. It was time for me to take

to bed, but I would be up

with the moon. The night was a blank page,

and with the night I would play.

I was told my imagination had to go,

but with them I could run

far, far away. My life was a long run

of dreams and fantasies I couldn’t take.

I just wanted to go,

to make my life go up.

My life was a play,

And it was time to turn the page.

The small boy page

knew to say he didn’t see me run

outside so I could play.

I wanted to take

back my own life or go up

in flames. I needed to go.

If I were to go,

if I were to turn a page,

my life could only go up.

I could run and run and run

my life would be mine to take,

and my words would no longer be in play.

It would be my turn to play

with the night, to go

to the sky, to take

my life page by page.

My life could run

its own course, up

and up, with me to play

and run, to go

and turn a page. it was my life to take.