What kind of a moon is this,
Anyway, stabbing bright
As the middle of the
Night shifts towards daylight
I am not here often.
Clouds float on past my watch
Obscuring the western light
Faint glow
As it drops to morning
I'm so tired
I just need to look out at that sky
For a bit, before I stop
Understanding what I'm
Thinking, because, just
Tired.
Holding the line, stepping up
And into, isn't that what
We are meant to do? It's
Quite clear that I have to sleep
Before I can't fake the sky, tho
My maps seem clearer now.
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