World weary, sickened in my heart and head I lounge this drizzling day away in bed

Night falls as it always does, shadows stretch into something ominous and humanity dims its constant buzz

And I can finally think, no longer am I frayed to the brink

by exhaustion and fatigue, I draw a breath and pace these steps in relief for now and only now I am truly free

The world slumbers and my soul soars, no longer crushed under blazing sun's pressing roars

There is peace in this solitude, yet something too complex to define as any one mood

For my respite is also my prison, my future awaits, my past unforgiven

What rest will I find? Do I deserve this fleeting peace? When will I understand what it means to 'just' be me?

Who knows? Who cares! I ponder at life while the world snores unawares.

There is no pain in the dark, no prying eyes into my broken heart, and up above oh such stars!

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Yet melancholy is not so easily to dissuade, I see that this is how my efforts are repaid

With betrayal, and hardship, and noble poverty. That anyone calls this justice is naught but mockery!

Alone in the blackened halls I dance as only a fool can, from pains of life onto this ephemeral new plan

To escape this life I'm forced to live, where all I do is give and give and give.

When is it my turn to be praised? When shall I be saved? When shall I finally get anything other than misery by the spade?

Why does the world bear down on me so? So much pressure with no room to grow.

I need rest but there's none left for me, and so from these manic heights I leap, into a new day hoping I might just keep, a scrap of the kindness I liberally heap, upon those around me each and every week.

Why?

I beg this toil inside to line up for processing yet it commands a tune and so I sing these frantic pleading notes, this same sad song I know by rote.

And my soul bleeds for the warrior I used to be, striding under midnight hues instead of humming these same old blues.

But oh, how I bleed. And oh, how I plead for the world to cast me free.

This owl wasn't born to a cage, he was born in tempest rage, amidst a schism for the dissemination of wisdom.

Set me away from the day, let me out sometime to play and listen when I say

That I am a healer who needs healing, forgotten lore that needs revealing and an ugly truth that's damned appealing.

For I am a night owl that has seen the sun returned to the night for a visit, and I long for the night, Oh how I miss it

But the world now awakens and so too does its noise, the owls take shelter, the song loses voice

For now, that's what we'll both pretend. Because everyone knows night will fall again.