The Late Night

The Late Night As I drove all through the late night I came into the street of the living that were dead And dined with the chef of the dead that lives They breath the same and speak the same But they see not the same as they speak that they speak The dead wished they had prepared well for death And lived all through the peace of time that was ceased But the living wished they could stay alive And lived all through the bounty of treasures buried beneath As I drove all through the late night I ran into a siege of freedom and freedom of siege And dined with the prisoners of siege and prisoners of freedom They breath the same and speak the same But they see not the same as they speak that they speak The prisoners of the siege wished they were freed To live a life like those that are free But the prisoners of freedom wished they could Be freed from the fear of those they besieged and live like the free As I drove all through the late night I drove through conscious and guilt I drove through courage and fear I drove through hatred and love I drove through war and peace But all they speak were of the living that would die And washed and buried in pleasurable pain As I drove all through the late night I drove through the souls of painful memories that seek to be freed