The old adage never lies;
Twice-bitten, twice shy,
Word-weary, eternally smitten,
Drifting back down to the underground.
All it took was inter-planetary contact,
The eyes of a gazer-
Forever bereft of innocence-
Eternally star struck.
The moonshine is truly divine!
Foreshadowing a lonely tale of danger
Where there is a karmic contract,
The wheel runs over the anything-but pedestrian stranger.