Oh, how so the moon so full tonight so perfect and its beauty so perpetuate.  Doesn't it inspire you to return to who you wanted to become? maybe come back to all your abandoned dreams..  makes old people want to fix their days when they were young..  a 70 year old finishing high school what's that for?  uh,  impressive to many in so many ways..  pathetic maybe to more.  Cheer for this reality to where we lag behind the kids left behind already.  The misunderstood in asylums and the ignorant free.  The truth in archives and files away from us the lies out there roaming our minds spreading in the air like pollen and breeze.  Forgiveness hard to find while violence is just a word away from our search engines..  all we can do to generate this kind of happiness is come together and sing songs..  play songs and reteach them to the young and with these real artists dead which ones alive surround us?  Will we learn to appreciate the live things the real objects and humans?  I will deny in the side of the strange and in the side of the outcasts..  I will stand with the smaller army and I will defend this new type of home..  this new type of confidence and towards a new type of peace.  Without ourselves and our conceded selves we will relearn to understand why we forgive.  Because,  kids who make other kids cry only want to know what the other one will do next.  That's why we should all be nice.