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Late night dwellings in the mind of a being,
compelled to tell the thoughts within.
Tired eyes, concentration slipping,
I let my fingers tell which side will win.

Will this be a message of love or hate?
An idea of determination or fate?
Will I remain calm or become irate?
Even I don't know in this current state.

Reality is so fluid, with it's many perspectives.
Constant, yet ever changing.
Emotions abound yet in the end have no effect.
A fleeting ideal that time will be framing.

Welcome to the late night.
Where the ideas might be interesting,
or they might not exist at all.

Welcome to the late night.
Welcome to the late night.