Shake My Fist at the Moon

turn

so is this how to see
life askew
you at the corner of my eye

turn

you are always
moving away

turn

or is it me

make a gash in this earth
so they are glad you are here
and grieve your passing

and so when someone lies about you
)
whoever gossips a good thing
(
all the ears burn with murder
)
I am not a murderer
(
and look on you with superior gaze
)
yet you kill the truth
(
and forget you are human too

let me talk to you
Yes - No — did I talk too much
so I silent me