There are no stars...
There are no stars
The sky is a blanket of black
And running around my mind are fantasies
Until I look at the enveloping night
And clarity arrests my mind
I am clear on love, hate, right and wrong
My eyes mist
And I drink in solitude
I am nearly of age
Nearly alive and ripe with boundless freedoms
Only an experienced one can know
I feel the soft air from the vents
The biting teeth from insects
And I am nearly dead
My mind flickers like a flame on a wick
Answers come to questions unasked
Resolution and knowledge
The night cleanses my doubts and fears
And the day brings hopes and plans
The sky is a blanket of black
And running around my mind are fantasies
Until I look at the enveloping night
And clarity arrests my mind
I am clear on love, hate, right and wrong
My eyes mist
And I drink in solitude
I am nearly of age
Nearly alive and ripe with boundless freedoms
Only an experienced one can know
I feel the soft air from the vents
The biting teeth from insects
And I am nearly dead
My mind flickers like a flame on a wick
Answers come to questions unasked
Resolution and knowledge
The night cleanses my doubts and fears
And the day brings hopes and plans