somewhere out west, midnight is yet to be,
the sea is anxious and waits for the sun to rise
moonlight tiptoes its way across the indian ocean skies,
paying attention to all that moves these eyes are wide awake
deception and the unknown are emotions we just can't fake,
it's 2:58 a.m. as a cold pizza sits alone in the night
cereal boxes align themselves in a cabinet out of sight,
the insects crawl, the birds sleep but something out there is restless
the possibilities of an open road are so inviting and so endless,
champagne glasses toast themselves at a beach front resort
i can hear the laughter, hear the sounds as they celebrate before they abort,
what happened to the days when we were wide awake?
because of happy things not those that are at stake,
what happened to the sea when its waves would come and caress us?
now it slathers and slaps the sand and brings out the dark within us,
it's 2:58 a.m. and i hear hunger knocking at the gate
it grabs me by the hand and asks if i'm ready for my fate...
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