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The sky shows only the war within.

I ride towards the moon’s destruction

as the sun mocks my efforts to find peace.

For she knows that peace isn’t for those like me.

I stare with all my might toward that warring sky.

I stare with all my might hoping

for the answer to the question I never ask.

I hope for the sign of my peace.

Each day and each night the winds pull

while the moonbeams dance in laughter.

And I am on that tiger watching for their truths

and I on that tiger prepare to run.

For the war within looks like that great sky.

Fighting for salvation, fighting for reality.

The moon and I, we pull dreams from the soul

and the sun and I pull reality

from the possibility of a safe haven.