As November evening slips into darkness You feel the oncoming winter. The breeze whispers to you secrets that the day's harsh summer shaded you from.
The night draws, as the moon muses upon the dark You see the vacant sky, trying to locate a star As the citylights blinds you, you try to remember The dreams that you wished to have, the dream that you never surrender
Much waiting, much wanting you wish upon a star The bound of a horizon, under the grey sky Never binds your desires and longings to be able to choose.. to be able to forget.. to live and not be sad to live and just be content..
There hung your an emptiness, call it void Or space for something that rhymes A grandeur in the routine of life like something of a stained kindness, that you show to yourself, as you go on Just go on..