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