My Question

I asked the moon my question
But she wouldn’t answer back
She carried on shining her white light
And I carried on shining my black

I asked the sun my question
And he told me to shut my mouth
So I buttoned my lip and turned on my hip
And swivelled my eyes to the south

I asked of Jupiter my question
And he laughed with a gurgle of gasses
So I turned to the north and refused to hold forth
And I screamed my question to the masses

And the call that I made to the gallery
Was a sorrow of constant pain
Of course they didn’t know the answer
So I turned to the moon once again

And she looked down on me
From her cradle so free
And she whispered – you know what is true
And I turned on my heel and walked far far away
Into the distant and blue

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