Was This Learning?

The moon is many millions of miles
away sometimes

And so time battles on, my mind
in some happy conflict

Shrouded by a hotel above the sea,
Where I forget the profoundness

I remembered earlier
For the sake of happiness–

And life goes on
While I am shrouded in blackness

With only the moon and stars–
Or was it a star, or the tiny leaf of a

tree?
All that I could take, that gave me worth

Was my sweetness when I was a boy
And always wanting to work hard

and try
But when? And why? My mind rests.

You know you’re happy when you’re
always becoming.