Will it, won't there, won't it
or won't we, won't you, will I
unfold, refold, remove
redo, move on, or move through....
move because I 
because you 
only ever
wanted to
rewind, restart, redo
and then you
relearn, reassess
but I 
and maybe you
re-found, unwound, re-hid
and won't we
go on, reshape
and then you
but we
don't I
if you
maybe we
if I
and you
could we
could you
I will
will this
will you
can we 
will I
this might
redo.

I don't pretend to understand why
my troubles fade as the moon rises
in the sky.

I've never found real comfort in
any ordinary bliss.
Only beauty of humanity in an anguish
such as this.

Any sense of promised safety
from a source other than my own
has always left me feeling crazy,
and even more so; all alone.

Time and time again I've seen;
I handle darkness best when it's just me.
I wonder if I'll ever find
some sort of delicate, worthwhile
in between.

Some precious good intentions 
led us into the dark, closed the door,
I'm singing it open again.

And twisted, backwards promises
forced lies into shapes unrecognized,
I'm begging a quiet departure.

In one breath a clear way out,
and the next a desperate return.
Waiting around always got me down.

Watch the winds change, the moon shade.
Brave the fall; love abounds.