I NEED TO STOP

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I need to stop
looking at the moon
I need to stop
thinking of how she smiles.

She is just like
the moon when it is bright.
When she looks down
upon me I feel all right.

I am not one
to wait for things
I cannot change.

I imagine
things.  I imagine
far too much.