darkness

all dirty inside, 
outside nothing new. 
Sunlight lights the way, 
darkness slows you down. 

Cloudy sky in the black of night, 
rivers running through my mind. 
At night we see only light, 
shooting stars, burning distantly bright. 

Under the moon we are all one. 
What becomes of those that do not run? 
Does the moon turn in the reflection of the sun? 
What becomes of those that do not try? 
Who do not fight? 
Do they drown in the sand or swim in the sun? 

The mind is open yet closed. 
There are no waves.