All the calling hyenas
Could just be a dream
The strobe light dance,
outside my window
Sprinkles on me
I let the words flow
Illuminated from my TV

I’ll call this the new moon show
It’s only for me
I want to understand
To be what I see

Nights like this just
I like how they last,
I want to believe
Could just let them by
Sing myself to sleep
No where to go, no one to please

It’s good to be living,
It’s hard to be awake
If no one could ever understand,
what the other thinks
It means that they all could,
never understand me