Friday, December 3, 2010

In the Dead of Night

When hearing the dogs barking is the only sign that you are alive
You know you are doing something wrong
Or something so right.

When my thoughts die down
And my fingers can't find the nerve to type
You know you are a part of something so wrong
Or something so right.

When the chill of the winter
Feels warm inside
You know you are amidst the wrong
Or playing your cards right

When the night becomes a friend
And you become a stranger to yourself
Then it all seems so wrong
But it feels right

When you are in the space
That is undefined
Then what is wrong
And what is right?

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