You were being tricked
When the moon pretended to be a heart
Yours sometimes but others also
Sunlight’s mineral
So cold and tight
I didn’t understand
Of course I read books
Stupid rock and roll
Amusement park graffiti
All the while
That moon picked my pockets
Parents weren’t helpful
The priests and doctors of the moon
Were just as poor
Ask this moon
Where’s Herakleitos
The dark one?
Planet of the Blind 