NIGHT FALL

As night falls, I hear the noise of the city.

Louder it gets in the silence of darkness.

The city full of gritty roads, and busy bodies of animals that love to party.

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A city of dirty gamblers, and hard workers with exhausted hands from clockwork.

Men, women and children in search of a day's rest.

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Lo and behold, as the hands of time turn, as they tic toc, the chatter continues as nobody seems to find enough time to sit and lie down, free from life's work.

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As the night falls, some animals hunt.

For their next meal means survival,

Lest they die slow...

or risk being hunted by other animals.

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We are but busy bees, buzzing & busting for a Dollar.. caught up in our daily drills;

UnTil the sting of death gets us and we drop dead.

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The only rest we are sure of is six feet below Mothers Earths core.

Rest assured the soul never dies!

Eternal, it lives on, entering the next body.

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All men are but a bunch of slaves.

Working ourselves to death, digging our own graves. And what for?

Life has no meanin' but how you define it.

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I hear and see it clearly at Night Fall,

The bats call and horned owls hoo.

In this life of the who is who: who am I;

I wonder...

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Lost in Thought and all of Life's wonders.

Alas! Not all who wander are lost.

Like Alice in wonder land, deeper the rabbit hole goes..

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I may never find out who I am.

Simply a nobody, trying to be somebody, Somebody I already am.

I think therefore I am. : ho I think I am.

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A sinner or saint? But that's rhetorical,

Like yin and yang, it's all one and the same thing game.

No matter the cards dealt, win or lose..

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When the night falls, the sweet silence serenades they that feel insane & drained. I call it the calm before the storm of life's

Weary chores.

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Though many night m ares abound,

At night, mixed with sweet dreams and terror; We all must remember the soul sits in a darkness much darker than night is..

... At Night Fall.