feet on the ground, head in the sky

The full moon shone bright last night, but the streetlights still managed to shine brighter. Nothing felt spooky, not even that ghost from the past that just won't go away. I sang loud "feet on the ground, head in the sky!" in preparation for tonight's birthday sing-a-long. I felt like running home but thought twice. I fell asleep with a spinning head and woke up mid-sleep with tears streaming down my face, my eyelashes heavy with mascara. I woke up again, this time late for work but with time already moving too slow.