The moth flies in circles,
Forever distracted by the light.
Surely it must be the moon,
Telling it where to go.
Yet as long as it remains on,
The moth shall never escape.
For it is in the moth's nature
to always follow the light.
Until the time comes
that the moth is not but ash.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
The moth flies in circles,
Forever distracted by the light.
Surely it must be the moon,
Telling it where to go.
Yet as long as it remains on,
The moth shall never escape.
For it is in the moth's nature
to always follow the light.
Until the time comes
that the moth is not but ash.
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