At the End of the Day

At the end of the day the silence is real My peace of mind seems to be what it steals Thoughts fly by much like a freight train I wonder to myself is any of this sane? At the end of the day the moment the sun goes down With the vanishing light it seems no one is around The tick of the clock seems to slow and time crawls The things that disappeared I realize them all. At the end of the day I reflect on myself But in the darkness I became someone else I can’t stop it as I feel myself slip away Yesterday blends in and joins with today. At the end of the day I lay myself down I close my eyes dreamland I’m bound When I awake the world starts anew At the end of the day that day is through.