Like stars that die at night,
The few, who through the timeout of moonlight
Learn to lower their light bulbs
Let the past be my water gulps.
That when these knees decide to pray
They’d answer questions that’d lead the way.
For the feet of a traveler.
But wherefore these shoes do not go far
Then the traveler would have nothing to sea.
This is not to say I disagree
But give him all and leave nothing with him
So before we go moon landing as we seem
A million steps we would have laid.
Dark and weary self, who would be of a fresh start afraid?