Maybe It's For the Best
The night is my time for thoughtful contemplation
Seated at the window, pen and pad in hand
I watch the night sky, the lovely moon
The stars staring back at me
I wonder if anyone else is out there
In that starry expanse, on a planet far, far away
Looking at their own night sky
Wondering if anyone is out there as well
I guess its likely that we'll never know
But maybe that's for the best
I hear the sounds of the night
The crickets chirping their nightly song
So loud for such small bodies
My footsteps resounding solemnly on the pavement
The only humanoid figure for miles around
And the tapping of the nearby swirling lake
Its ripples forming in the moonlight
I wonder how it is down there in that aquatic world
Swept up in the current of a greater force
Preyed on by the never ending chain of bigger fish
I guess I'll never know
Maybe that's for the best
My only companions are the trees
Those silent witnesses of the streets
Who seem oddly more watchful at night
Whispering their leaves in the wind
Is their nighttime hymn one of beckoning
Or warning?
I wonder about the secrets they might hold
Standing for centuries, you'd see a lot of things
I guess I'll never know
Maybe that's for the best
Or the street lights, the guardians of the night
Forever piercing the darkness with their beacons
Or solemnly losing the battle when they flicker off
After a final stand against impending doom
One of the saddest sights to see is a dead street lamp
Overrun with its greatest rival, darkness
I'd wonder what it's like to fight the demons of the night
Every night, for years on end until you flicker and die
But I know what's its like
Because I do the same thing every night
Day in, and day out
Maybe that's for the best
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