I fended off the darkness with imaginary sword.
And I yelled at the moon and back at me it roared.
So I took to the streets, streets I couldn’t name.
Looking for something…anything I could blame.
My head was weary, loaded heavy with doubt.
The streets were deserted, no people were about.
My eyes were tearful, well that’s nothing new.
I strayed far from my home, still thinking of you.
The slowly passing hours were not on my side.
Emotions, tripped and slipped on my midnight ride.
How far I had travelled, I didn’t really care or know.
Distance means nothing, when there’s no place to go.