As night approaches
i greet insomnia like an old friend
the house is quiet and all i hear
is the peaceful breath of those who can sleep
and when i step into the cold air of the night
i wonder who else is up
what things hide in the darkness of the night
and in my pocket is another friend
i light one end and breath in like air i need after suffocation in water
i exhale and i watch the smoke dance in the cold air of the night
as the wind sweeps it up and takes it away
i hear the wind sing as i sit there in the night closing my eyes
i imagine what creeps in the shadows of the night as i sit there in peace
as i sit outside
i am not alone
insomnia is my only friend in the night as i lie awake wondering
what things hide in the night.
