Why is it that the problems of the night,
seem to melt away in the rays of the light?

All the thoughts seem to dissolve,
still in a way that we can't solve.

You remember where you've been,
the thoughts you've traveled in that little inn
in your head where you're greeted,
and check out in the morning before you can be seated.

The bellman at the door just gives you a look
that tells you he knows you'll be back in that nook.

"Goodbye, chap" he says with a smile and a nod,
but you can't get yourself to smile at the sod,
because the truth is that you don't want to return,
in a dungeon where you can't learn
what it takes to be happy.