Laying
            d
            o
            w
            n
wi­th a fright
                  p
                  u
Waking          with a sight
I see the stars and the moon
Making me feel sane despite the delusions of my life
I feel loved as though the stars were hugging me
but yet the moon was tugging me
I cannot chose which p
                                       a
                                           t
                                               h  
                                                    to take for
                                                                ­       I am
                                                               caught between
                                                     t w o                                f a t e s