In Woodstock I thought you were the sun
But you fled and was on the run
You did me in, flooded me with your sin
In this war I could never win
A shot in the dark, fallen apart, some kind of whim-
Doomed to love, with this I choose to let go-
Of the love I will never know-
It was a great effort, a good show, now I know
I must continue to go on like some worm
Crawling into a hole-
Then shall I rise, fly free like a butterfly-
Thinking I needed you by my side-
Although I know I would have liked to try-
You’re obviously poisoned deep inside-
With this, I must say goodbye to the love I thought could have been mine.

Photo: The death of a Moth