I’m feeling quite poetic today. So out came a poem of some collaborative thoughts.

Night Next to Nothing

to be honest, if im allowed
ill tell you that logic is a form of art
say that upward is finding its start
so critique me
state that facts are the answer
practice pledge enforced knowing
im disowning my inner contradictor
perhaps if you step back and think in your sleep
the problems will all solve themselves
and maybe if, logically, you reason long enough
you’ll see reason’s a lie in itself

hello, welcome now, to the world you avoid
to a place without structure, a town without noise
goodbye, as i note that you’re leaving so quick
you were here but a moment, got lost in the thick

to be honest
if thats something you’ll allow me to be
I’ll tell you i don’t believe in your mask
say theres something behind if you’re asked
but its seldom
that theres anyone who wants to know
your person aside from the show
is there anyone who wants to see?

its the nighttime
next to nothing.
in the day the small shadows will show
not just cover, but fall from it’s glow
and it’s missing
all the freedom in the wondering of might
all the truth that comes out in the night
every soul that wants to be made right

its the night… next to nothing
its the searcher… who wants something