As I lay under the night sky, on the grass so dry, swift wind blowing above me, to a destination so far I cannot see. I look at the moon, hoping to meet it soon. the voices in my head, make me see the red. I think again, as I remember " no pain, no gain", Has all been said? or am I just being mad? It leads me to read, a little too much for me to proceed, As I lay there, trying to quieten the voices within, my heart seethes with hope, a joyless hope, still I wonder, is it just a dope? I look at the moon again, trying to conquer my thoughts insane, A sudden illumination fills the eye, breaking away all the shackles dry, as I lay under the same moon, but with a twinkle in my eye.
