The light shines bright as the sunset rises
As low as the dirt but gives no surprises
Monsters with two trunks that are of very small sizes
Dancing and prancing but are known for their disguises.
The light is so high it can't be touched
I breathe with a sigh echoing sounds from the new born
The monsters are wry and their gaze seemed stunned
Some movements were spry but felt nothing but a touch
Behind me lied the warmth of the sun
It was within reach but I am still young
Even monsters have names but to me they have none
From one of my arms one of them swung.
Sun's brother Moon wanted to play with me
But even I know I will not be free
Monsters are monsters underneath their facade
Moon weeps watching me timber away
Moon hurries to tell his brother the news
I am where I started singing the blues
Its so calm some monsters snooze
When Sun comes back all that's left is a bruise.