exposing skin to hidden solar bites
radiate me with your midnight sun
the beauty of insomnia starts to hypnotize
clinging to my disrhythmical sense of hope
no permanent cycle for us the unseen
in quest to find a glimpse of tomorrow
forseen nothing less of an exact rotating order
reaching out from within, a constant state of change
believing in a nearest doorway
to find real sunlight as i awaken
having a goodnight when the sun comes out
dawn or dusk it does not matter anymore
feeling somewhat lacking
thinking somewhat deceiving
confusion is here and now
in my collateral windows