#howlinatthemoon

We lock our skeletons in closets

And swallow the keys

We feel young but never quite free

We cross dimensions and realities

Chasing our dreams, chasing life

Chasing death, chasing life, like a snake eating its tail

Some day the pendulum will swing back the other way

You can’t fake youth

No serum will cure it

No fountains, no potions

Will turn back time

All we can hope for is for some sort of peter pan to save us

Lead us to the light, the morning star

Where all the lost girls and boys can shed their skins and wear their true colors

Sew your own stripes

Sow your own spots

We march to the beat of our own drum

Mahala mahala

We have our finger on the pulse

We live we are alive

Chanting ranting raving mad

Mahana mahana

Speaking in tongues

Speak your mind

Mahabra Mahabra

Gibberish

Animalistic language of the soul

It builds

Drumming

Louder

Beating faster

All together

All as one

We howl and croon

At a lonely moon

Shouting into the night air

Only to hear our echoes return…empty

Forever

Reaching

Straining

Yearning

To feel timeless

Eternal

And someday