New Moon, Old Moon

The moon once rose on its own 

Now it takes a series of 

Ropes and pulleys to get it up 

Because it's so old 

And you can hear these audible groans 

Coming from its craters 

As it's forced to listen to forgotten lovers 

Obsessing over old loves 

While the dark bulb goes off 

In the mind's eye 

And question marks appear 

Out of the dark like light poles