It was late in the night
The streets were empty
Except for a few dogs barking
At the moon
As it burned in the sunlight

I was looking through my window
And talking to myself
What do I call it?
Something that's within me
But not exactly me

I looked in the emptiness outside
From the emptiness inside
I swallowed the cool breeze
And saw the dogs running away
Towards the moon

It was morning
My eyes slightly tired of gazing
Entering into sleep
My other self still wide awake
Seeking the moon

My hands were now glowing in sunlight
The dogs came back
I was awake
My other self was sleeping
Waiting for the moon to be back.

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