And run

And runWhen the moon finds her, lying ‘neath shadows of the thingsshe wants to see She is motionless; unable to speak held to the bed unable tobreak freeAnd runShe feels the weight of the thousand nights that have alreadypassed There is a home glowing in the distance and she wants to rise up fastAnd runBut try as she might another day passes and leaves her farbehind She can’t help but worry that he’ll grow tired of theendless grindAnd runShit; the moon finds her again and it starts to become socliché Rather than explain the seemingly pointless delays she’dsooner call it a day And runRun where you mayBe it night or day Run home to meTim Windisch 09 23 2025