Every night was the same With the waking and flying away, And the sky was cold and too loud, And I didn't want to be there, But what could I do? I cried as I reluctantly soared And I covered my ears from the violent tattooing of the passing air And my wings ached as my body froze-- All to look over a jaded paramour, To check; To ease my mind so that in the daylight I could stay, And as I hurdled between stars and clouds I silently wondered if the objective was worth it, or valid at all-- But I couldn't ask that of myself Because I couldn't answer it.