If tonight's the night all comes to an end, will it be a shame?
If this cold breeze above my bed be the last thing I breathe, will everything remain the same?
If I leave tonight the world that nourished my dreams, will the earth consume not only me but also my life's aspirations? Why not? There's no point of keeping thoughts alive as the brain withers away with the body that protected it and unfortunately kept it imprisoned at the same time.
If tonight's the night, there's no point in arguing, no more reason to regret unrealized accomplishments. For no longer is the mind restricted to the fear of a worldly thinker hiding cowardly behind a safe smile
But if these stars dictate that I need to go, will they give me time for things left unsaid? For bright as they may be in the sky, they're still dim compared to the twinkle of a certain someone's eyes.
I know tonight's not that night for I have a myriad things undone. And though I to the universe is but a single grain of sand, I know the waves will labour constantly just to return me safely to shore.
