Two cries for the will of this night
and a shout to coax a show of might
the sun can wait, your darkness prevails
this now is mine, it shares my plight
a note or two that make me think
a clever A-minor that does the trick
a quest for rhyme and a stranger gone wrong
lost for words and a perfect string
shining lights, too bright inside
will somebody please turn down this pride
dreams and tramps that beg at my feet
but i'm pre-occupied with pacific noise
puffy eyes, crooked lips
thoughts come knocking, but mind's on a trip
answering machine says "please go away
i'll get back to you, but there'll be a delay"
getting crazy with a piece of wet chalk
we're done with chat, we're yet to talk
two thirty one, and twenty two gone
i yawn
and yet, and yet i stare at the clock
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