The Night Is On
The day is gone,
The night is on.
Not a thing I can see,
But I can hear the inner me.
The room is dark,
But I can feel the spark.
The whole city is sleeping,
While I am preparing, for a new beginning.
The real me is standing at the door,
Waiting for my approval to come and conquer.
Waiting for the day to unfold,
For I can discover something untold.
All my gloom is gone,
But the night is still on.
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