Does the weather know when I’m desolate and futile?
Can she hear the storm inside my head?
Am I as worthless as I feel?
Does the sun know when I’m warm and glowing?
Can she see the grin spread across my face?
Am I as radiant as I feel?
Does moon know when I whisper secrets and desires?
Can she feel the compulsion emerge within my mind?
Am I as perplexing as I feel?