Night sky

Up high above

The moon watches over him

As he does his dirty schemes


Stressful, yet satisfying

Overwhelming, yet pleasing

Wishes to end with nothing to lose

But being held down gives him no room for his dreams


The moon has seen everything of him

Good and bad

Money and blood

Yet he is still in his teens


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