The television flashes, the static crashes
The loneliness sets in on small patches
The restless snoring, the great and boring
The lustful thoughts of those I should be adoring
The quieter air, the darker stare
The wolf at the door that I’m aware
I grab the keys and drive to somewhere without needs
Where did we all go?
Where did the little problems go?
Did the quietness build up?
Did society slip up?
The Nationalistic lust.
The gravitational trust
We went somewhere without a must
We came back without a trust
Our Night Sickness built up
Our Night Sickness choked us up