The white moon hangs full o’er distant traces My wannabe dreams cast by elation And so we were in two different places Most of the

So I wave hello from the other side On the golden road nightmares often make Turn around with sim’lar color surprise Is this me thanking

Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains

Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad

Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic