Thru the Night
If the pen is black and the paper's white, then my thoughts are shades of grey. But I cannot see in the full moons light because I'm where the shadows lay. Lost in thought, I try to think, but I just can't find my way. So it's here I wait, thru the night, until the light of day.
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