Night and Day
The night gives way to
dawn
without my attendance.
I make a decision at
4:00 a.m.
to forego sleep this night.
The music has entangled me
you see
and I cannot give up this last
day
of free choice
to perform the
responsible act of
preparing for work and
presenting with a clear head.
Wrath awaits me, of course,
but
sometimes . . . I just don’t care.
Sometimes . . . the real world
takes a back seat to
the needs of my
soul.
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