The Night

The night is warm, but blustry.
I realize my lack.
My laziness, my missing devotion
My motivation is gone.
Why breathe even?

But I must. Because it isn't my life.
Every last breath.

Music is the only thing which can heal some hearts.
That is why I work to do it.
But it's still work.
It...nothing is play.
Because to play is to be a child
And in this world full of tears,
Children aren't wanted.
Children aren't needed.
Professionals are needed.

But in music, the dried
And cracked ears may hear
And play. Inside. Play.

Because it's always raining in the world of adults.