In the Late Night
Yes I know my dear,
sometimes I feel the desperate way you do.
We all have the lavish days and then
the ones that darkly drain all ambition and will.
They live in a way with pain and blissful pleasure
constantly dragging one behind the other.
Double upon the encouraging strength and
risk what is usually comfortably safe.
Arms spread and desperately looking at heavens
when pleasing warm rain falls makes the cage seem fine.
The body warming pleasure of a brief stranger
touch in your miraculous moment strikes nerves.
The depth of the porcelain bowl is never ending
when there is nearly all to spontaneously regurgitate.
To pack the town leaving suitcase and ride the
salty rails and its possible never endings
makes leaving it all glorified.
It follows, within the heart
and sleeping will always make the stay.
sometimes I feel the desperate way you do.
We all have the lavish days and then
the ones that darkly drain all ambition and will.
They live in a way with pain and blissful pleasure
constantly dragging one behind the other.
Double upon the encouraging strength and
risk what is usually comfortably safe.
Arms spread and desperately looking at heavens
when pleasing warm rain falls makes the cage seem fine.
The body warming pleasure of a brief stranger
touch in your miraculous moment strikes nerves.
The depth of the porcelain bowl is never ending
when there is nearly all to spontaneously regurgitate.
To pack the town leaving suitcase and ride the
salty rails and its possible never endings
makes leaving it all glorified.
It follows, within the heart
and sleeping will always make the stay.