Rearrange

There are nights to be after Most nights... went simply away Asking for yet a night to bother If only this night... this time will stay How everything I can easily push How troubles dissolve obediently How nothing more I stand to lose No more a cultured mind but think openly In sync and enabled anew That many end roads produces options Slowly but surely... one becomes few Too much finally for needs of sections And I began to wonder Perhaps we all need be pushed to limits Not that I think will end better Simply just... how an alternated mind leads There will be other nights to be after When this night... went simply away Another night to be asking to bother For this night... this time that'll never stay