Little boy calls out for mama

Look in my closet!

Little girl calls out for papa

Its under the bed!

Perhaps it is then we are smartest

Then, as innocence and naivete personified

For we see in the dark the shadows of the day

And we know they are not ours to live among

We know they are not ours to dream among

For they are the dreams lost by the day

The dreams claimed by tick tock, and left to rot

To sleep among them is to war with them

To live among them to declare mastery of them

Yet we are the masters of naught and little more

So pardon my childishness when I say I am scared

Pardon my shouts when the light extinguishes

Pardon my jumps when something stirs in the night

Pardon my nightmares when the lost dreams crawl into mine

But do not pardon my fear in the light of day

Do not pardon my fear of the future

Do not pardon my fear of not knowing

Not in the light of day