What trouble does the moon bring me at ten?
Life’s racing my heart again.
The ticks are getting louder,
With that anxious clowder
Clouds growl in the sky tonight,
As the wind leads the fight.
Why am I in this foolish rush?
To let my hopes get crushed.
See I’m not always hopeful –
I often get wistful, I dream too much,
Till reality’s out of touch.
It’s the art of overthinking;
A tragic Babylonian tale,
Leaves you simmering
Under a veil
