"Upper Lights"
My sights are low.
Sky is high.
The heat is hot down here.
Hope I don't fry.
The devil's got me on the run.
Can't look at the sun.
Not even during a solar eclipse.
If there is one.
The sun is no fun.
Like the moon's stars.
With their beautiful tunes.
Waiting for one to fall down.
Lost my crown, found by a circus clown.
By Jonathan Billet
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