Thoughts

Night is a strange part of our day
There isn't much to interrupt our thoughts
'cept the anxious crickets and the intrusive moon
Minutes seem like hours
And a mania that would be a coward during the day finds false courage at night

You can't think straight
But your thoughts are your only crocked guide
Leading you to a reality that no one should have to realize
And just because you don't think about it
It doesn't slow it's coming

And it's not that you hate the night
The indescribable splashes of color during the sunset
And the magical beauty shining from the stars
You just wish the day didn't have to end so soon