The moon-grazed sleepy poppy fields
lulled my plagued mind into a lucid calm.
The moon gazed at shadows he yields
but had no concern of potential harm.
The sun's sharp prick got me back up.
Rubbing my eyes, I was mad at the day.
No longer numb, I took a cup.
I sipped til the clouds drew the sun away.
My eyelids danced like shooting stars
and my head orbited my drowsy frame,
intending to ask the way to Mars
all I mustered was a mutter; "Who's to blame?".