My Memory of the Moon and Rain
I have a memory, somewhere in my head.
It's cold, it's dark and I am all alone.
I look at the stars, see the bright one on the right,
The one we saw together before you made me sad.
I taste the salt of my tears, that are diluted by the rain,
Which way do I go, I just don't know as I wander up and down.
People pass, nudging and bumping, I'm invisible nobody see's me,
There's nothing in my head just darkness,, then a flashing light.
I spin, or do I? Is it the world or my mind turning around?
Then suddenly I see much clearer, I'm not stuck, I'm free.
I know just what to do, I've finally decided,
I don't spin, I stride, I know now just where I am going.
The black river rushes beneath the bridge, foaming in whirlpools going so fast,
I stand on the bridge, I look up at the moon, I jump I am floating down as the river covers me!!
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