Midnight is rising your eyes adjusting on a
sullen, distant and persistent moon the shadows
are thickets they swarm with frogs and crickets
droning a collective tone once you get lost in it
there's no need for turning back twilight has
pulled you in strong just like that the weather
shifts and something triggers your legs to carry
on. Why are you running away over and over again?
Why are you running in place? Daylight is shining
your retinas are burning burning burning
something is evident your legs will carry you on.
The old haunts are real! It's just a matter of
time before they bury you!