My only friend is a starlet
in the eyes of a city called society.
Where do I stand in this
long walk toward an endless future?

So be the one who finds my
train of thought too obscure.
There are too many paths
for the one who wishes to
stand out amongst the rest.

Twilight dreams exist in the
darkest of times and days.
How about when I'm
in a haze? Or a phase?
When will my twilight
dreams come to stay?

**** these cold long-lasting
days. I wish for these days
to quit playing with my head.
The wildfire blizzard likes to
play with the clowns inside the
drug store, and they will not stop
dragging me in their silly gains.

What do they get out of me?
Why do they string their woeful
serenades for the likes of me?
These soulful melodies blind my
expectations soon to be.
I can hardly stay asleep...

These beams of light illuminate
the streets of Manhattan in my
head, teasing the prospects of
a peaceful evening in my bed.
The possibilities bounce.

Where are the twilight dreams to
save me from this white noise?
When will my twilight dreams
come to stay for an hour or more...?