this bright night.

in the soft light of moon, the world seems so small, i bare my soul and lay down my heart. come morning light and it all seems so harsh, an unwelcome vision of reality’s pain. raw and unyielding, without very much shade, the glare is unbearably bright and misleading. with masses all working towards the same end goal. tripping on light beams of a fools errant game. and  i, here i am, waiting eagerly for dusk, for night time to fall, for the great hope of darkness, the truth of all dreams, and a big, bright world all of my own.

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