You are night.
Your stars shine bright
And the moon glows, radiant.
There is a soft glow that lingers,
It makes the air drift silently.
You are day.
Your scorching heat beats and burns.
Your heavy winds push and pull--
A tug of war.
You are never one, or the other.
You do not conform to just one-
Yet you are both light and darkness.
You are day and you are night.
And my internal clock cannot adjust.
Stuck in the in between,
I walk, in a hypnotic trance
Between both worlds.
6:26 p.m. - 2018-04-12
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