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!