cos tonight's the night, the world begins again....

Night time has its own words to say,
But you cant hear it till its time to play.
My playtime begins at the end of 4 am,
When the first birds rejoice the sun rays.

The silence of the world I know is eerie,
The peace and quiet is so unseen.
The notion of them being asleep is strange,
The dirt they are now seem so clean.

I begin to wonder where I am,
And comprehend other places.
Like the world of rocks and visuals,
Of sentimental dialogues and love mazes.

Maybe I am insane to waste the whole morning,
Or I am the only sane one left.
But its important I know,
Cos there is hardly anything that I can accept.

What is the question of staying awake?
When the only thing will be to talk.
I just might stay awake and write,
For I have so much to say for you to mock.

I am negative like the iota on a plane,
This is my place to prove them wrong.
I hint of positive writing on the white background,
To tell my story, of a weakling who is strong.

Experimental ways have always been for vanity,
With an ending I cant decipher.
Its meaning I cant understand,
Two things help me: music and a bartender.

People have loved me and have hated me
Cant lie about not being loved for a day.
Cant lie about being depressed for a day,
I wanted to stay either black or white, but never gray.

So take these words and sing out loud,
Cos everyone is forgiven now,
Cos tonight’s the night,
The world begins again.