Bad Idea Friday commences
In a puff of flame, the bare night laughs
Bow-legged and rickety, my resolve bows in the breeze
The moon sings me a siren song,
And beckons my way.
I get this way, at night
A breath and a wish
A one-two step closer.
Shadow-boxing my way to the finish in my puppet strings.
Please sing to me again,
If only I could hear your song again
I might be ok.
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