Night

Weary of eating and excreting
Weary of giving
My all as I watch my country fall
Victim to each new stupidity
Draining the meaning from you and me

Fearful of living
Fearful of meeting and of greeting
Myself in the mirror after all
Of this has gone amiss and awry

Weary and fearful to live to die
Or whatever I am supposed to do
At the end of time as they tell me now
All I can do is write these words for you
And hope someone understands them somehow

Alone: and yet... the moon is beautiful the stars are bright!
I will forget the mocking day... and give myself to night

+Steven Curtis Lance



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