I walk lonely as clouds
where do the crossroads meet
i dream of things i have never seen
it makes me long for paradise on earth
my thoughts at night are
Dangerous enough to destroy the ******* towers of Hong Kong
powerful enough to break through darkness
soft enough to melt every sadness
with a touch of love and sweet memories
Yes, i am a night owl
Some call me a nocturnal bee or the crazy thinker
Because, the NIGHT was made for
Lovers, writers, poets, artists, painters and thinkers like myself