Manic Moonlight

Did you see the moon this morning? It was low and full and shrouded in fog and had a surreal feel. Seeing its strange yellow glow made it worth the bike ride.

Shy on taking chances

High on giving up

Sliding down the mountain

Drowning in the mud

Gone or moving faster

Run or walking after

Some kind of fountain of truth

Or let's pretend it's tomorrow

And we borrowed

The life of a perfect spinning circus

In a manic moonlight