Everyone I know’s the titles

They just don’t read the words

Writing’s an endless cycle

I start to feel the burn

Sunlight it is healing

Too much can make it worse

Moonlight is revealing

My answer’s questioned first

But who am I to argue

The writing’s on the wall

No pages left to sift through

Like dominoes they fall

Everyone I know’s the titles

They just don’t read the words

This feeling’s infantile

I know not which is worse