Nyctophilia

Moving on.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until his tall height,

Is just a speck in the galaxy.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until his scent,

Does not surround me.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until his eyes,

Can never find me.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until his voice,

Fails to reach me.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until his laughter,

Does not hurt me.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

Until my heart grows cold,

And he can not warm me.

I'll move,

I'll move,

And I'll keep moving,

So quick and fast,

That he'll never find me.