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.