Before Bedtime
Sitting at my secretaire
By the open loggia door
Am I here, or somewhere
I haven’t ever been before?
In the coolness of the night
Distant sounds of cars
Mingle with the flashing light
Of the boulevard
I look out, into the dark
And it’s nothing there
That can leave on me its mark
Because I’m nowhere
It’s a no man’s wasted land
Lies before my eyes
Welcomes me to understand
Takes me by surprise
Looking at the trees below
See their branches sway
“Soon to bed you have to go”
I can hear them say.
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