Crosseyed Darker the hour, the lighter the step, Traversing the mud, made for you. Wonder why, still not sure. Suede in the rain wore nice the next day. Strange as she was –– A pleasant ray of gray. Always found ways to hold on. The full moon lies, raises your fears, rises the tide, ends with the new moon forgotten. Crosseyed, fueling yelling–– a finale worth forgetting, Don't move. Don't feel. Don't listen. Don't look. Wonder why? still not sure.
Where echoes become voice.