
And run
When 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 free
And run
She feels the weight of the thousand nights that have alreadypassed
There is a home glowing in the distance and she wants to rise up fast
And run
But try as she might another day passes and leaves her farbehind
She can’t help but worry that he’ll grow tired of theendless grind
And run
Shit; 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 run
Run where you may
Be it night or day
Run home to me
Tim Windisch
09 23 2025