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