The day breaks,
s h a t t e r s, even.
Good night, tomorrow is another day,
just a dusk and dawn away.
Going to shake off this load
like a punch or a strike
three.
Search for me- you may.
I’m gone. In, to the night- drunk up
six beers under the wheel but
over my head
in the clouds thinking
a little more care
free.
Call me back- I will come.
In the night, a ghost
standing over your head
while you lay sleeping,
dreaming dreams of places, I’ve been
and you’ll never
see.
Good, good night,
take me now,
to another day, another place,
stronger than another face
close to mine,
but not close to
me.
