Where it will begin, where we feel unturned.
Between the world and all your questions,
I'm letting the Moon make the decision.
Sometimes, only sometimes, I long for a righteous bloom.
Where you and I are safe from the weekends.
Not only lips or the words we have chosen.
Where the moon not only shines on the weekends.
Written for those who are trapped in early regrets on Saturdays, and late lunches on Sundays.
