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A black cloud roams to unveil the red moon
The pattern of footprints in the snow...
To Where?

Step by step, I wonder... what did my dreams ever teach me?
I place my next foot forward
The snow fills the prints our feet leave behind
No one will notice I was here

-the moon's deathly gaze under the stars seems to be judgmental
if this were a still portrait then maybe life would have more meaning-

I find solace in understanding
If I can be with the stars,
maybe you'll find meaning
The note I leave behind can never replace my voice
My broken thoughts will flutter away with the snow...
Never to be remembered

-the moon's deathly gaze under the stars seems to be judgmental
if this were a still portrait then maybe life would have more meaning-

I place my next foot forward
Approaching the lifeless tree before me
It seems clear-
The noose has been tied

I find solace in understanding
If I can be with the stars,
Maybe I'll find meaning-
...never to be remembered

I sway beneath the stars
The judgmental moon
My broken thought flutters away
-You will never understand. . . . .