Moth and Me

a little lighthearted fun


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Moth and Me
The moth can't find its way out the window,
Battering its little face against my kitchen light.
Another locus of misery and dim consciousness
like me pumped into this world by the dumb
organs of parents who thought it was a good idea.
Bang! Bash!
How confusing for the little thing, just doing what
It's programmed from birth to do, told to do,
Just follow the light to paradise, brother
just follow the orders
of we who've gone before,
look neither left nor right for alternatives,
the path is known, don't question it..
Christ, it's staggering along the window sill now,
drunk with bewilderment and failing dreams,
and the open window, freedom,
the music of true companions so close.
Just fly the fuck away from this shit.
I'm fucked up too.
Do what I can't, and fly
This is no place to die in.