It Stings

Glimpsing through life
With a reflective lens
It stings a little
The deeper I search within
Guide my hand
So I’ll caress that timeless face
That’s seared my reality
With thoughts less chaste

Take the other, hand, and
Direct it towards the moon
Whose cratered face
Has masked this sting
So smooth

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The deeper I search within.