It’s two in the morning
I am yet to sleep
The sky flashes, restless
The clouds roar, everything weeps.

I shiver, but I'm excited
And I really don't know why
Music, mysterious jazz
Grayscale. Moonlight. Sigh.

What dreams will I see tonight?
And I dream awake
In this new, dark world
My senses alight, mind a lucid lake.

Like standing on a cliff with the wind in my hair
Fleets of sprinting clouds, distant roaring sea in my ear
I look forward to the morning tomorrow
But it’s the uncertain present I fear.