Life, by Night

Every glittering window holds a life,

Souls clawing, clutching, wrong from right.

A unique story, placed in a home,

And with that, we’re never truly alone.

The man who paces, wall to wall,

Knows the panic that grips you, the rise and fall,

Of heart rate, knowing that with the sun,

Comes a dead-end job, the dreams are done.

Killed off by the sickening way in which,

Life dulls your daydreams, bit by bit,

With staplers, spreadsheets, a dial tone,

But with that, we’re never truly alone.

The woman who stares, vacant, at the wall,

She knows a life that’s much like yours.

She’s known true love, put it on the shelf,

For fear she’ll lose everything else.

And now they’ve gone, moved on, so long,

So she sits, and stares, ponders what she’s done.

We spend so much time afraid of seeds we’ve sown,

And with that, we’re never truly alone.

A pitch black sky, a bird in flight,

Bring romance to a deadened night.

Every glittering window holds a life,

Souls clawing, clutching, wrong from right.