Wrapped in the silent dark,
layers of gray, slivers of streetlights,
the restless dream of greatness.
In shadows lay desires,
mindful of the consequence,
change is a difficult beast.
Hands hug the torso rough,
a squeeze confirms consciousness,
a sigh affirms the impatience.
Threads of light announce the dawn,
another sleepless encounter passes,
one more day to screw on a happy face.