Tranquil is the night

Dim the lights cause I don't care

Solely focused on where my muse roams around

Sight and sound

Luring me to write

About things that I found there

Got to ignore the blank stares once in a while

In the meantime...

And drama is a must

Tomorrow never knows, Beatles wrote

One more round of endless revolver

Dawn emerges, sunset takes over

Another set of hours goes by the name

Yesterday

In the meantime, a whale journeys on

Speaking to itself, "Where am I again?"

Temporary moments fade out

You remain polarized

Peer pressure lead to stress

Impression prioritized

Calling out the different

Accuse them of being spoilt

Life goes on

Nihility is harmful

Often useful too

To wipe the windshield

Have a clear view

In times of confusion

Need clear vision

Good to know

Surrender to chaos

Peace will follow

Eno once said something similar

Can it be true outside the art

In where reality often matters

A contradiction will occur

Life goes on

Over time of absence,

sacrifices diminish to none,

efforts dissolve into thin air,

falling behind catchy colors,

being becomes obscure.

Just another pattern you can't alter,

given no options but to surrender.

While whereabouts remain unknown,

where is the next step,

and what will be the next act?