The Moths
constant fascination
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Woman is a constant fascination, you
Try to hold her and she turns into water and
Runs through your fingers
What do we make of the pulse of the moment when it
Comes out of nowhere and it flies in the moment and
Fades in the past?
Never again
What do you do when the one that you spoke to with
Such understanding has left the building and
Never existed?
I don't trust myself any more when I say that word
I deceive myself that to say it is to make it true
Where is the wisdom that age was bringing?
I don't see it coming over the hill
I don't believe it will
Never again