Night Thoughts
The things that we write,
In the darkness of night,
Somehow, seem deeper,
Than how we look at them in light
Before our day, we convince our minds
That life is tomorrow, and theres plenty of time,
Meanwhile, you look up, and fifty years flies by
The silence of passing our dreams along the ride
Gone with the relentless
Tick and tock of the clock
And only at night
Do things quiet, and stop
Allowing you to think
Of what it is you lost
When abandoning your dreams
For whats safe, and low cost
But what about passions?
What about hope?
The joy of knowing
Your soul never broke
Never broke, or submitted
Like some obeying child
Make your line, dont speak your mind
Name rank, single file
And march your living
By their beat, and their drum
We must see what this means,
Before its all said and done
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