night time
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Only at night I freely write
Labyrinth mind swirling
Creating, building, and exploring
Towers of riddles to climb
It'll take a true seek and find
An equally Labyrinth mind
The light shines on the hoods of cars in late day
The windshields popped and faded by sunlight.
Old news spreads through the air as small houses click closed,
Sometimes I wonder whether the night blurs my reality,
spending that much time mulling things over must alter it to some extent.
But sometimes I wonder whether this is when I’m finally thinking clearly.
I stay up all night
Watching you sleep until the morning light comes
Adding to the dark rims under my eyes
And the yawns in the bright dawn.
You look for answers in my behavior
