Dark Flight

If I can't dream It does seem, I'm constantly And inadvertently, Searching Lurching, For the difference Preference, Between the day And it's decay, The night And it's dark flight, Towards the sun Flaming bullets of a gun, Scathing the premise Of my demise, Unable to surrender The greatest pretender, Left to grieve Though alive, bereave, The ballad of steps No longer visible in sand nor steppes, At my side, curbside, seaside Yet I can't run and hide, Only thing I know is to fight Another day another night, And though the reasons Be unknown, they'll come like seasons, Once again; though I know not when, But by then, I hope I'll have a pen...