Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right
for walking t’ward the healing of our souls?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
The darkest hours drive most to flee or fight
And waiting without torchglow stifles goals.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
To many, candle claptrap echoes trite.
“Leave us in gloom while we just play our roles;
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night!”
Beyond objection, tend to what I write:
What lies in self is what our Self controls;
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
In ebon darkness, chance a present bright;
By waiting, moments lost in hidden holes.
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
When eyes should fail let knowing be our light,
And let our souls find sight as blackness rolls.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
defying atrophy 