Midnight and I

May 31st: Midnight and I

Midnight and I'm all right,
I've made some time,
To modify my mind.

Yesterday I cut my hand,
And the wound inflamed bad thoughts,
Sent them running round my head.

But what is past is absent,
And what I hoped for gone,
This is the hour in which I am,
In which I am.

I'll never underestimate,
The importance of what you gave,
You taught me not to hate.

I get so tired of thinking,
Conclusion’s such an obvious place,
It is to you I venerate,
I venerate.

And if I climb the highest wall,
I can clearly see for miles and miles,
And I fully understand.

That what is past is absent,
And what I hoped for gone,
And this is the hour in which I am,
In which I am.