and who among you will tell me
night is a suspension,
and day, the reality?
or have i fused the two into one?
have i stretched the one into the other?
I love the night dearly
when the stars from a distance asks
'why do you act invincible?
why live like you'll go on forever?
why, child, breathe...it's alright
I won't press down on you, not I!'
I love the night dearly
when the 1000 pages of a man's lifelong thoughts
I've to gulp down in 24 hours
to prove worthy of commendation
doesn't seem so important
compared to the vastness of the cosmos.
I'm here being trained to tie the loose ends
of a machine's crunching
and the sky asks me
where will I go when it's over
why I've no time for my creator
why spend a lifetime away
from the people closest to heart.
The night asks me questions only the day can answer
without me sounding like a brainwashed fool.