We despise the sunset;

the night taunts our sanity.

Twilight beckons our slumber;

we are not ready to sleep.

 

We seek the sunrise;

the day pretends to matter.

Gusting winds hide our voices;

pouring rain drowns our presence.

 

Time spent walking,

on the wrong side of the road.

Meaning is a pot of gold

at the end of the mythical rainbow.