Luna

Mounted on a pale white steed She rides across the heavens Brightening what amounted To a colorless unpleasant Existence in reality This journey she is traveling Seems like it'll never end She just wants to play pretend For the rest of her life So they label her a lunatic Say that she's consumed with this Obsession with the sky And gettin' high is her escape From her duty to create For the sake of creation That her imagination Is deludin' her to think Life should have less pain and struggle That she should be happy she's in A world where she can hustle No one cares what you think Put those leggings on and smile For the camera silly rabbit You must always be attractive Or you'll never catch a fish If her fate is to be bait And she's not the fisherman Then this sport she will not play They can try that trick on someone else Desperate for some company She prefers the quiet Solitude Of meditating freely On a roof Content to simply be In a state of Nirvana Cause she's no Bodhisattva Here to save the world She's just a simple girl And far from a saint With any luck she'll never change