Moonlit

Howling with the moon

Full of myself and in tune

With the ebb and flow of life, the crashing blues

Nothing's set in stone despite the flashing clues

These undescribed winks from God

As we're closing in on the brink of dawn

While others wake I fall asleep

While others slumber I'm up like a creep

Feeling like a zombie while I seek

Answers in the woods, cliffs and creeks

Coming from my heart I stumble when I speak

Can't always distinguish my head from body

I'm either trapped in my mind, weird and wobbly

Or all up in my sensations maybe acting naughty

So when the moonshine calls upon me

I'm a fool to find nothing but what taunts me

Searching to describe the war I see

The clash between the tamed and free

It's all a hoax and we're framed to be

Captured in this war, but I claim that we

Can do whatever, whenever, however

It's getting better, this illusion here will settle

Coming back to being one with all the pebbles

Rolling stones

Going home