I stay awake all night,

as the sun finally goes to bed.

The moon greets me like an old friend,

but I know there is a side to him I can't see.

So I walk into his house blind-sided,

with my arms open for surrender.

During the day nightmares haunt me,

"come," says the dark, "everyone will be too scared to bother you here"

And I take the serenity over the battle

even if a white flag is the way they won. 

By this time of twilight the crikets have rested their legs,

I look around but even the voice ushering me into the blackness is gone,

I am too far in space for any noise vibrations.

Years pass but they are only lifetimes,

all I wanted was for my song to be heard,

was it?

I believe I am speaking into the wrong microphone,

becuase no one is calling back to me.

Even when I was alone, I had myself,

and I have found a way to escape my own prison,

now I just need to break out of the handcuffs holding me hostage.

The years weren't lifetimes,

they were a portion of one,

a portion of mine.

The sun has awoken,

and so have the crickets.

I may be scarred with the nightmares,

but i can hear myself thinking.