As the midnight air begins to cool
I cannot shut my eyes
Constant these thoughts rage on
Like a World War 2 documentary
Fully equipped with multiple
Atomic explosions
Obliterating every ounce of peace
Necessary to relax this weary mind
Of the daily repetition
That has become the foundation
Of life without a muse
Or a song without a cue
That ranges from dissonant
To poetic
All within the still frame
Of a one hour panoramic
That encapsulates the monotony
And loneliness that flows
On the cool air
Upon the midnight wind