Molly’s Moment

Reality is shifting. Can I adjust?

Spirits are lifting. Who to trust?

Perception altered. Time went fast.

Memories fade: Some unscathed.

I journey home. I forever roam.

Visions look different.

Nothing’s the same –

Yet I remain

on a journey

to find home.

Hours, days, and weeks go by

And I look at the same sky.

Molly’s moment feels so right.

This is her moment; This is her night.