Image On the Screen
We move like
celluloid gods
under a starry sky
as the story continues
We experience joy
yet there are always questions
nighttime echoes deeply
in the corridors
of our torrid souls
Tasting the dark
we run like panthers
towards the light
and we are left
with a vision of
tomorrow
After all is said and
done
All we really have
is ourselves
let the chorus of
dawn awaken us from
sleep
Upon opening our
tired eyes
we see the sun
Ninety three million miles away
and very, very hot
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