So you think you could marry her

Little man, do not for a minute consider
you could marry the moon
you will be dead long before you will get there
It is in her fate, neglecting you
she is in a different ocean now,
yet another, reflecting her disguise
you will have drowned long before she sees you
Do not for a minute consider she would cry
that she has got eyes for things concerning you
Little man, do not for a minute fantasize
yourself by her side, she has got no sides
that is the fate of your beliefs
Little man, if you laid down deep under water
just diving straight into her ring
Do not consider life for more than a second
she will be gone early morning, that is her thing
your little death in the corner of her smile