Keep running till you reach your own brazen hill,
and let the lord kiss you good night. Your mother
never told you to say goodbye. And maybe when you meet
yourself you'll find some other morosed guy, and maybe
you will incinerate the gift, that so many have reviled.
I hope that you don't fall on the moon some day, becuase
the nights will stay on your mind. And hopefully you will ignore
the clouds who just hope to erase you and pass you by.
Good night, Good night. And good bye.
Yes old writting, about what, I don't know alittle bit of everything I guess.
Blue brings back scary past.