Lamps beside ourselves
Light at night past twelve
Allowing spoken word
To be felt then heard
No matter the cause
Nor the time to pause
Our thoughts cease
For our heart to release
Contemplation through the hour
Concerns begin to tower
Through our rest to attest To confide and then access
Question your meaning
Why you speak by leaning
Taking your drain to rain
That what we lack we attain
Instances of guidance upon decadence through internal persistence
Training of the mind it is not, but rather caring for deliverance