I look out to the night
heavy soul
tired heart
lost at tranquility of time
mind sweetly empty
feeling the nothingness
of all lost hours (all
hours are lost)
giving up thousand times
and yet still keep on going
heading into the dark
(from the dark and in
the dark) only sometimes
shown a little glimpse of
light makes us believe
there is hope for all
(hope for hope - a gentle
pact of life) foolish indeed
to presume the idea true
(but what else can we do)
breathing for living
(living to breath) loving
and caring (and not
caring at all) twenty
times seeing leaves
grow and fall
(maybe there is no light
after all) for the dark
we live in we feel
so redundant and small