Alive
Awakened powers rise in dark hours
As I give in to the night;
A vibrant hypnosis, scrolling psychosis
Scenes unknown to light;
From unending mazes to puzzling crazes
And horrors to frighten the soul;
Emotions released, let loose wild beast
I feel alive and whole.
The morning sun forgets what I’ve done
As I give in to the light;
A comfortable saneness, veritable plainness
Scenes unknown to night;
From unchanging actions to vacant distractions
And customs to strangle the soul;
Emotions restrained, rampant beast chained
I feel bereft not whole.
There’s only one question that I’ve often asked
Why slight the first to favour the last;
For in chasing daydreams, the more that I strive
The less I recall when I’m truly alive.
