The Dark Side
Looking on the bright side
is not always easy to do
when you're on the dark side
and there is no morning dew
when the moon is a big red ball
and there are no shadows moving about
no lights to cast them out
moon rising higher, it didn't stall
then white like it should be
but the world not right or straight
the clouds move across and down
birds flying too close to ground
the ending near to contemplate
the earth spins around the sun
darker in the morning now
farther away, and winter comes
ice ages past return to plow
the good from the bad
the ugly from the beautiful
giving it all to theory
picking at the cuticle
go ahead and come to the dark side
sleep is right around the corner
the wandering of the valley
waiting for the scorner.