They Tell Me
They tell me that I am supposed to see,
the night coming,
and yet,
in the movement of my life,
I miss the loss of light,
I forget the change in air,
and fall asleep,
to the darkness I seem to have inherited,
from a dying day.
They tell me that I am supposed to see,
the night coming,
and yet,
in the movement of my life,
I miss the loss of light,
I forget the change in air,
and fall asleep,
to the darkness I seem to have inherited,
from a dying day.