On walks and the joy of an external hardrive
I am he that walks in the dead of night
While the sleeping living see not my blight
It is here that I ponder the wrong and right
With my path guided by the fair moon light
Since I walk in the night I ne’er need flee
Because the sleeping living can not see
Since I walk unobserved, am I not free
Free to be whatever I want to be
Free to be me, but then what would I do
Could I, being free, to myself be true
Would I forsake myself, and be made new
Black or white, what would be my soul’s true hue
I walk and wander in the dead of night
My path lit by naught but the pale moon light
So yeah... nothing too profound, but I liked it.