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HOWLING AT THE MOON

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It’s a pointless conversation
In a dark and empty room
You might as well go speak to
The grey wolf howling at The Moon

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Searching for castles in the air
Lost in that same dark and empty room
Thinking of tomorrow’s daydreams
Praying they’ll come true sometime soon

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This day, it counts for nothing
Worldwide, faces in disguise
In the clear sight of the invisible
Makes for sad eyes and sad goodbyes

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Was it written in the stars
Or dressed up in some new tune
Those pointless conversations
Howling at The Moon?

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Music wise the song below – one I wrote back when I was a student – fits my current mood, lost in a lock-down’s creativity free zone. The song seems it has real purpose now. I’d like to give it a new title. I hope you enjoy;

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The inside of…