When Nights Are Bright

When nights are bright

And days are gloomy

Prize is scarce

And silence roomy

Blues are mine

And minds loony

I break the surface

Set up new rules.

When ills are lively

And times are cold

Hope is scarce

And silence bold

Grief is mine

And morality is sold

I break the surface

Set up new rules.

When frosts are scorching

And passions lay cold

Intelligence is dormant

System rusty and old

Hunger is lustrous

Poverty is traded with gold

I break the surface

Set up new rules.

When in crowd I stand alone

Amity of mind lost along

Vultures feasting on the bone

Crusted blood settled on stone

Lurking doom, resistance gone

It is then that

All options are blown

And, I break the surface

Set up new rules.