It was dark outside
as the cool breeze swept over me.
The stars sang me to sleep, and
the moon watched over me
as I drifted away.
I sighed when I woke up
because waking up means facing reality again.
I'd like to cry myself to sleep,
but there's no point crying over things I can't control.
The problem is that
I can't control anything.
So I fight back the tears and smile.