walking in the stillness of the nite,
sleeping thru the end of light...
i converse with my fellow beings..
thru the ventures i seek..
they speak of the weather,
and current events..
they speak of people,
and "how my day has went"..
i ask,
if they ever see beauty,
and wonder if they have seen anything so devine as the brillant nite sky..
i ask,
if they have ever believed in something so truely,
that they would immerse their soul completely to..
i ask them, and i ask them many of time..
but they never cease to answer..
and they never seem to care..
i discover slowly,
painfully..
i have come too soon,
that this time is not to be..
that this time is not becoming of me..
sleeping thru the end of light...
i converse with my fellow beings..
thru the ventures i seek..
they speak of the weather,
and current events..
they speak of people,
and "how my day has went"..
i ask,
if they ever see beauty,
and wonder if they have seen anything so devine as the brillant nite sky..
i ask,
if they have ever believed in something so truely,
that they would immerse their soul completely to..
i ask them, and i ask them many of time..
but they never cease to answer..
and they never seem to care..
i discover slowly,
painfully..
i have come too soon,
that this time is not to be..
that this time is not becoming of me..
