Hello Darkness My Old Friend...
It seems you're here to dance with us again,
Daylight savings had to end,
Early to work and leaving late,
Toil in hours of night seem my fate.
Fuzzy-headed is just how I roll,
A world of shadow with coffee in tow,
Though stars and Moon seem often bright,
Can't outshine the pollution of city lights.
Hours of silence and my friends have given up,
Darkness over leisure fills my cup,
Awake all night as others sleep,
My night of thoughts roam darknes deep.
By: Daniel A. Stafford