My heart is racing, tap

tap, tapping on the moon

this night is a bore

the quiet stillness

I abhor

forget the blinds

up in the sky, pull

pull them down

around, around

silly night, you cannot serenade me

seducing me into your spell

I fell, I fell into my mind

to forget to sleep in time, not mine.

Forever – ’til the end

only this silliness

to contend

around, around

forever and more

the quiet stillness

I abhor.

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