The Night Sky

But it’s not until you get lost
That you discover the beauty in the North.
It isn’t until far past your bedtime
That you remember why it is you ever chased anything.
And you’ve never been one to wander
But when the lights dim
And the monsters come out
All you can do is daydream with them.

The darkest thing in the sky tonight is the moon.
He doesn’t call you on your bluff
Though he senses your deception.
He knows that you can see the way home
But he also knows that wandering does a kid good.

Tomorrow the fire will break over the dewy horizon
And everything will be red again.
But until then,
There is no war,
There is no pain,
There is no suffering,
And everything is dead black.


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