Low light, clouds over daylight.
Nights dark, darker than darkness.
Distance keeps it in your region,
I’m unlike your people.
Events of an insipid life,
now worn as truths you lack.
What earth pulled down,
moon pulling up
from land takes back.
Rivers wide running high,
washing away what I feel.
Only you’re sure of what you see,
sayin’ what is said to keep it real.
I’ll take the hand of a thief,
telling I’ve nothing left to steal.