Late night snooze with a silent touch of random
Maybe it is both the music and the words;
Or maybe it is the lies that lie beneath.
Maybe it is because of the night
Night’s when people are brutally honest
Their un-tame childlike thoughts
All at their significant best,
A thief is a thief doing his
A security guard blowing across
All when everyone sleeps.
Everyone gapes at myths wide-eyed
And sleeping off over facts.
They believe love is the world
They believe caring is bliss
They believe all joy to stay and
They believe everything gets
Everything lays bare at night
That is why I like the night and
It is the only one lying,
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