Blinded by the Moonshine

 I am trapped inside an irregular lens,
Things seem rather blurry,
Traffic rearranges itself,
Everyone is in a hurry.

As silent as a feather colliding with a handkerchief,
When the falling leaf catches up with the dew,
Things seem incredibly normal,
The light is about to turn blue.

Every hour is chasing the next,
It isn't that easy to snap a twig,
I want to travel back in time,
And change nothing.