Opaque Moon
On a cold and dark Autumn night
my feet guide me to...where?
Hollow is the sound of my footsteps
upon the concrete pavement.
With an unwelcome clarity
I observe myself.
Never been prone to using
substances, obscuring
a clear insight,
but nonetheless....I never did see.
The teacher comes,
when the student is ready,
oh yes....this is so true.
Boy, did he teach me a lesson!
Under an opaque moon,
I make my way home,
home.....where would that be?
Could anybody tell me?
I feel lost.
On a cold and dark Autumn night
my feet guide me to...where?
Hollow is the sound of my footsteps
upon the concrete pavement.
With an unwelcome clarity
I observe myself.
Never been prone to using
substances, obscuring
a clear insight,
but nonetheless....I never did see.
The teacher comes,
when the student is ready,
oh yes....this is so true.
Boy, did he teach me a lesson!
Under an opaque moon,
I make my way home,
home.....where would that be?
Could anybody tell me?
I feel lost.
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