On October 5th the moon dances
The trees sway
The voices pound the cement
All like they did on October 4th, 3rd, 2nd
The wind sweeps the air a little harder
And rain slips from beneath a gray cloud
But otherwise the world as we know it is the same
Except a stranger’s mother died
And another shadow lost a life
And the voiceless man fought a war
And everything as we know it
Disappears in the night
But here I am again.
So tell me, what do I do?