These streets that I walk
Are treacherous with every other step
No compass in my hand to guide me
I allow the light of the sky to illuminate my path
There's no straight and narrow to speak of
Wishful thinking that’s been a forever desire
I have the mental bruises that show the impatience of wait
I have the physical pain from the many travels
I'd rather have the moon than a simple candle
Any wind can blow out this fire light it wants to give me
The moon has a mind of its own and never loses its power
So large it is, the sky holds it, and no need for me to do so
I thank this moon from time to time
Whenever I have a journey in the outdoors
Its light can likely sear the brain, if it were up close
Therefore, I don’t mind its distance, as long as it sees for me
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