Too much dreaming

A Poem About Self-Pity

She lies on her back,
bathing in the moonlight.
Opens up her mouth,
thinking she can taste it.
Looking at the stars,
drinking in their splendor.
Closing her dark eyes,
wishing herself to dreamland.
Dreaming of a life spent
dancing on a moonbeam.
Dreaming of a life where
the stars would be her sisters.
Dreaming of a life that
would be worth something.
Never doing, always dreaming,
nothing happens, nothing changes.

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