Running Under The New Moon


What shall I do?

My dreams are down like the sun at night.

Who shall I be?

My self tangled so in your manipulations.

Where shall I go?

When you make it impossible to leave.

My back and shoulders ache

Under this burden which is not mine;

Stitch my tongue to the roof,

Carve open my ears and

Blind my eyes to everything but you.

I am traveling,

Running away from you quickly.

I am far away,

But you are here in my way.

I am lost.

Your crying laughter jolts my compass.

Still I survive and do my part.

I will never give up my Spirit

Even as I absolve the ghost of you.

I am being the answer, it's a process.

The answer is: Travel Light.