night, time

This is an ode unto a time that felt more meaningfulWhen leaving my apartment in the night it felt like leaning forwardinto lifeexperienced existence when the suburbs all hushAnd for a moment feeling like the sky will listen through the dark quietthough quite clever stealing quick behind the damp fire of the star lightThe darkest night speaks louder than the brightest daywhen you’re ears are weary from the screams the sun raises from the social haze

The night-walkers seem to have departed from the systembut just quiet buying coffee for their bread-winninggrave-diggingWould you build a home to give yourself a house to die in?Or pitch a tent to keep believing that you might windiamond ringsGleam as bright at night as in the daytimeBut maybe it’s me that I’m deluded from the sunlight

Leaning forward in the night it makes me feel as if I have a powerTo push my life beyond the destinies supplanted in my waking hoursGo to sleep and let me dream that I’m the only one that ever matteredAnd for a second—just a second—we can shield our ears from all this noxious clatter