Some day I walked out bored,
Out into the gaudy light.
The wind was just about right.
My eyes strayed about the road,
A part of me wished me back,
In the cold, cramped shadows so black.
The light was a soothing throb,
In the dark a painful pact,
Carefree had been, all my acts.
Twisted are our thoughts,
Twisted are my souls.
Weary are my lives and,
Wasted are our goals.
Each of us is one in a moment,
and one moment is not another.
But when moments be themselves,
The light never chooses his dark brother.
