Sometimes, dancing on the moon  is something we must try
To keep the rust of everyday from sending us to die.
So mix up a new color to paint those graying cellars,
And discover beauty hidden in songs of unknown colors.
Then sing the songs found in your heart, and dance a little more
Before your life has ended and your gravestone reads: “A Bore”.

This poem still needs work, but I decided to post it anyway and I can post an updated version in the future.