Moth Or Flame Part Four
As i crossed new mexico
On the bus to ...whatever just gonna let it go
Learned why i had nightmares over and over again
Year after year about bus rides
Driving the essence of all i fear
The death of hope of what i thought was clear
My finest hour of defeat
To that ...il drink a beer
If ive learned one thing
Its that war....war will never change
So the question...
am i a moth?
Or did i become the flame?
Or am i a flaming moth enchanted through the struggle
With much more to gain?
Dont know but my humor is what keeps me sane
That and the essence of another i see
reflections opposite
In ways the same
Maybe its another delusion
God knows i remember all the previous others
By Name
Rymnes keep repeating
So il just say good day
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