Blue Moon Diner

If I could steal a rainbow
from high above within the sky
I often wonder if I'd do it
and could I watch the children cry?

If I know what I am made of

am I my circumstance and I

or is the lonely dream
Of things undone 
what truly separates the free and I?
So I return, come back to learn
of what I'm made
outside the shade.

For there are lies that make me ponder

There is the truth often ignored
Which of these I truly wonder
offer the answers of which I'm bored.

There is no pain I'd cause on purpose
No certain one that could be hurt
but when I turn and look behind me
I see my dreams under the dirt.
So I walk to Blue Moon Diner
unholy thoughts float by on air

once inside I look at pictures
that confirm a life not rare.

I try to answer voices questions
as all the diners sit and stare
and eat the bread that's put before me

acting as though life doesn't scare.

All alone in Blue Moon Diner
with a crowd that isn't there

looking for answers to the questions

that were never really fair.