no secret wound

a perfect moon sinking towards the west
gigantic pearl concealed within the fog
we seek right now the opposite of rest

the eastern glow is not another jest
we're back to horrid day with heat and smog
a perfect moon sinking towards the west

not one of us acts at our own behest
we're sadder than the tiny croaking frog
we seek right now the opposite of rest

just one more cup and then we'll have the zest
to drag ourselves out of the sleepy bog
a perfect moon sinking towards the west

just as the fledgling has to leave the nest
so do our feet have to move at a jog
we seek right now the opposite of rest

we lie to ourselves saying it's the best
that could be done now even for a dog
a perfect moon sinking towards the west
we seek right now the opposite of rest

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister