“24”

Give me another one, as the day breaks into pastel colors, painted by the horizon

The continuation of a constant thread, hanging at the helm of it all

Constant bearers of bad news and dread, the thought process is universal without clause

It’s the ways of time that flock, there’s no need to make this personal 

There are still pieces that get manipulated and mastered, hence why I believe some policies should stop

New interior methods that cement profound agendas

They like to keep fresh bodies out there so that they could rot

So in that case, be divine and flee with your heart to the North Star

With every once in our bodies, there’s still the freedom we had hope to sought

Kindly reassuring the occasional demonstration on how land is purely sold and bought

The weight of a feather that has been through it all

Noncontagious to even consider the means of one

But soon will turn to you and ask you, if they deserve more than what they’re given, more than what is offered by the sun

So many matches to be played but how many can we sit and count on?

How many conversations have you won?…

Should I take another one so I won’t be seen?

The day drops to concentrated and impulsive habits

This is the newfound addiction for me

While my mind is put through various temptations as they linger in the shadows

Masking the mark of malice as a common need

Certain necessities that are engulfed in the state of conflict and strife

A nuisance in many stories that articulate the meaning of life

Will the dice roll on my side for once?

Given the chance, I’ll continue until nightfall, while the widows on edge continue to cry as they write

Continue to enthrall the pen

Midnight dancers, beguiled to the touch of a beautiful harmony

The seams are steep, along with desires of rotated symphonies, regulated deep within

I don’t think I deserve another one…

I say, as I lie in wake, hoping another one is given to me