A midnight stroll with the big, round moon,

With the soothing sound of the wind passing through.

Thoughts invade his mind too soon,

Sending him to different worlds and gets stuck there too.

The whispers in the dark create chaos in his mind,

Making him stumble back in fear and fright.

Gears in his head stopped trying to wind,

Replacing it with images of a cruel sight.

He tried to get it off his head.

He tried and tried,

But it stayed there,

And never ended.

So he fished out his earphones

And listened to music instead.

Then everything was better,

"At least just for a day," he said.