Nights

It’s dark,

Dark as can be,

For miles ahead and ever more,

Nothing can I see.

And I think to myself,

Perfect is it here,

Not a soul to disturb me,

My mind is clear.

I often wondered,

Why the night appealed to me,

I feel so right,

I feel so free.

Thinking about life,

What it stores ahead,

How much I want to do,

Before I am finally dead.

I feel like Frost,

Standing at crossroads here,

Filled with anxiety,

Mixed in with fear.

I have problems my own,

I’ll face them too,

Like Frost once said,

‘The best way out is always through’.

There’ll be a day in my life,

When I am happy and writing a song,

That’s the day I realize,

I have finally moved on.