Days pull you down just like a sinking ship

Floating is getting harder

But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile

Rises the moon



Days pull you up just like a daffodil

Uprooted from its garden

They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so

Rises the moon



You'll be visited by sleep

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

To steal away each dream you keep



rest in peace biograft zeta & cryptid