Moon

Blank lined pages
& an never emptying
fountain-pen
To much to write
such little time
It will take years
before I'll write an
good sentence again
Words aren't writing
themselves
The moon tells
us an story
The story of
the night
You can only
hear it when 
your blind
We can't win this
game without an fight
I've drink so
much
I can't drink
no more


These down to
earth creations
Are based on
the history
Of all the forgotten
nations