Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Late Night

Late night riff, an unseemingly ultimate gift
Dancing around the time, so swift

Unbalancing thoughts without any demand
Playing into your own damn hand

Pretending to listen, endearing to mind
Only to awaken with the same unorganized crime

Day after day,  winter after winter
The revolving door with which you enter

Your placemat is set, the seasoned vet
At times unwilling to jump on that jet

Life is fulfilling, when conscious of mind
But think too much, you wont feel so inclined

Power is endless and once you caress this
Your true desires will become unendless

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