Penny: Whoo! I'm on a roll! Poems up two days in a row! This one isn't as good as Long Roads Ahead, but it's alright.
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The words I write mean nothing
The songs I sing are gone

My book is dead, unwritten
Forgotten by the sun

The night lies still and lifeless
The noontime sun is chill

I live for pre-dawn stillness
I have no time to kill

I'm useless, priceless, worthless
Like an artifact of gold

I mean nothing and to no one
Unless I can be sold

The silver moon hangs deathly
The afternoon is pale

The wine has lost its flavour
The bread has become stale

The olden days are ending
There's new days coming soon

Now everything is changing
But the quiet of the moon