This one I sit up, late at night,
Just to think and try to see light.
It is so dark, that you cannot see,
Not even a mark of my misery.
Then out of nowhere light left somewhere,
Is thrown up in the sky’s drunkenness fair.
And it breaks this scary darkness,
That also breaks this scary silence.
Just like everyday thoughts run wild,
Up and down and about, chasing rain for a child.
Until the rising of the sun,
Until the unclouding of the clouds, when the day’s begun.
I am still sitting up now, in the deep night,
And I am still thinking, somehow with all my might.
So as thoughts run about, in my mind,
I look outside as flowers leap, their color I find.
Birds are there chirping, in the dawn,
I am here dreaming of sleep, and welcoming a new morn.
And dreaming all I wish to be dreaming,
Daydreaming of all of my dreams, seeming.
I am tired now, need a sleeping pill,
But I know somehow, I need something else still.
I need this something, somehow,
I must say, I need this something right now.
I will surely find something in my thoughts, no doubt.
So after sitting up for so long, now I am running,
After each and every single one of my thoughts, cunning.
Which are just like the stars outside, in the darkness inside,
I look some more at the stars and play
