The moon, full, hangs
Languid with Crux
Silent above the dark city
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I am filled with a restlessness
My soul churning
My blood alive
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The pressure of tomorrow
With its demands and requirements
Bare down with each passing moment
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I, though, rage with life
Unable to rest my mind
Unwilling to quiet my thoughts
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Under the lunar light
My soul is alive
Tomorrow be damned.
