Contemplating God,
I seem to have withered
Tired of reading the signs
That I don't understand;
Am I an unbeliever?
Looking up,
Looking for answers;
But rainbows won't appear
Rainbows can't answer anyway;
The nights continue.
The moon is making me crazy
And her apparent whiteness is misleading;
But she's brighter than anything else.
Maybe I should blame my eyes,
Maybe I should blame all my senses,
But the fact remains
That the nights will continue.
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