I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
        There is an inner peace I find
        Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind
But it doesn’t like too much as well
Surrounded by too many voices that tell
        Nonsense and falseness and horrors and more
        There might be some pieces of dust on the floor
It’s an easy way to flee the human kind
After all, during night I’m some kind of blind
        But it’s still a lovely way to see
        There is just darkness and not a single tree
This is why I like the night so much
Because I’m able to lay my softest touch
To my soul.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022