Escape Artist

Midnight is rising your eyes adjusting on a sullen,
distant and persistent moon the shadows are
thickets they swarm with frogs and
crickets droning a collective tone once you
get lost in it there's no need for turning back
twilight has pulled you in strong
just like that the weather shifts and something
triggers your legs to carry on.
Why are you running away over and over again?
Why are you running in place?
Daylight is shining your retinas
are burning burning burning something
is evident your legs will carry you on.
The old haunts are real! It's just a matter
of time before they bury you!