moon cloak by naughty clouds
stringing to broken feathers
colorless trees standing fearless
against cold of aging night
me, i'm wondering why
i'm still cruising mindless
billboards flashing ads
lotto so many million dollars
espousing greed to one's heart
well, somebody will bet a few
siren erase a moment's cue
i have to pull aside to let go
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