this moon is such a drag;
it has limited the amount time i think about myself
if i open my eyes i can't see clearly
if i open my eyes, are you there?
all in spite i still believe
whatever came back and whatever will rush me forward
must be a message of where i should
lay my head and rest
has been aching and now i have
some really, really bad cramps in my legs
i ran away again,
but this time i was trying to chase you
instead you tripped, fell
i continued running and now i'm here
short of breath
beaten
but alive