And run

When the moon finds her, lying ‘neath shadows of the thingsshe wants to see

She is motionless; unable to speak held to the bed unable tobreak free

And run

She feels the weight of the thousand nights that have alreadypassed

There is a home glowing in the distance and she wants to rise up fast

And run

But try as she might another day passes and leaves her farbehind

She can’t help but worry that he’ll grow tired of theendless grind

And run

Shit; the moon finds her again and it starts to become socliché

Rather than explain the seemingly pointless delays she’dsooner call it a day

And run

Run where you may

Be it night or day

Run home to me

Tim Windisch

09 23 2025