A Sigh At 1:48 Am On a Wednesday In December of 2012
A Sigh At 1:48 A.M. On A Wednesday In December of 2012
The clock was sighing a slow soft tick
Outside the sky was coughing and sick,
I went out to walk in a bitter and heavy snow
The houses were all dreaming of late night T.V. shows
The trees were singing the wind’s dreary song
All the poles and their flags were singing along
The town was full of empty buildings and lonely street lights
The ground was cold and slowly accumulating a white sheet
I could hear the worn out interstate and all it’s lonesome cars
I haunted there like a ghost, repeatedly asking the unseen stars,
What is it I find so comforting in such an uncomfortable world?
I guess there’s comfort in not knowing what you mean,
I guess there’s comfort in knowing what you’ve seen.
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