Under the shroud of night

I find nothing to fear or fight

The enemy is gone from within

This time, again,… I win.

What lurks in the light of day

I honestly cannot say

Perhaps people with bad schemes

And those of us who are left to dream.

There are eyes that constantly see

And then again there is me.

No protection from hardened souls

Or everyone with false goals.

But bleakest of them still

Is that they have no will

To live and let live

I wonder if anything will give.