Literature
Sing 4 Me
A beautiful day turns now into night,
it's a hue of ravens as opposed to sunlight,
and though the morning brought much delight
I can sense my soul now taking flight
with wings I can't feel,
but they're all the same real.
And just like day and just like night
I can have darkness, but can also be bright.
The phenomenal moon rises the tides
as I try to get off the roller coaster ride
of all the universes in my mind.
Often it's scattered the path that I take,
not knowing the difference between real or fake.
For a wasteful dreamer such am I;
it is what it is don't ask me why,
but if you must, an answer I can give
that it's an unfair life and wor