Dreamer

Minds locked up and howling for the sound of thunder. Oh what sorrows come to us amidst our nights of wonder. A blur in the day of a life so familiar, so striking so loud, so intrinsically peculiar. Shifting, aggressive silhouettes, amongst the nightly creature. Of which shows our face, but never cares to enlighten us deeper. And the question of these nights so dire, Comes from the heart the mind, the body of desire. For in the truthful light of our existence, we’ve thought of the dreamer. A passion of withdrawal from oneself, from us, from a creator. For life was never meant to be any stranger, then the midnight howls, of a dreamer.