It’s one passed midnight
And the humans are resting
It’s time for the thought’s light
To be done with the nesting.
It kept quiet throughout the day
And let the humans ignoring
The fact that they will obey
And crave the most tantalizing.
It’s all dark and foggy outside
Painted with colours of houses
With windows and no curtains
But with lights that are nesting.
Some break free and fly to the stars
While others go directly to Mars
They lie in fields of flowers or sand
Some just want to hold a hand.
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