I sit surrounded by noises of the night
Crickets, bullfrogs, rain and cars
If I sit really still and tight
I can hear the wind rush in from afar
At night my mind comes awake
Thoughts that elude me in the day
Come trotting out for me to take
Before morning snatches them away
The point is there is no point
The thing is there is no choice
What gives, you say
Choose life, I pray
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