shoot the moon

tell la Luna it's about to go down the light in the window illuminates the town and no one pays attention to the absence of sound the cow usually makes no one is around who seems to notice does anyone pay attention anymore? are we living in a dream? or some game or matrix the moo is just the score to a motion picture track some disc some jockey threw playing Frisbee with some pooch fido or spot or a lassie named Rin tin tin quite a sight to see that disc the way they tend to spin suspended animation a really different kind of golf sometimes they light on fire blazing through the sky they ask for not a thing and take whatever they please you'll spend years wondering why then violent like a sneeze it comes up why you were vibrating but it never registered in your brain until voomp it halted and then you out loud hear yourself saying , sounding insane - did you just feel the buzzing stop? a thing youll spend years, decades trying to learn but gain little headway since you really dont want to know it's a catch 22 and that catch of the day is really cuckoo ka chew lil' ol' you maybe not so much caught but abducted but shout the details few will listen tell all you want well make more we own the winning score