American Dream

Tired eyes
Unrelenting baby cries
A future worth a fight
Ever so bright
The night is long
For reasons of the wrong

Aching head
Separate beds
Absence of passion
A dwindling ration
The night is long
Our new love song

Insurmountable expenses
Build fences
Impossible to escape
Economic rape
The night is long
At the bottom rung 

Aging out of existence
with little resistance
Desperate for interaction
In this social faction
The night is long
When you don’t belong

Tired eyes
Will anyone cry
Nothing to fear
The end is near
The night is long
But not long enough

Silhouette

Emulation in the finest form.
On the worst days (most days),
the one and only true friend.
Until it follows the sun’s rays,
disappearing once again.

Alone to fend
The relentless demons (who always stay)
burrowing deeper
And deeper inside.
Some nights
There’s nowhere to hide.
Some nights
Miraculously transition to light.

Oh, one and only true friend,
What will this night bring?
Will you ever be seen again?
As the birds and trees sing?

Oh, one and only true friend
Don’t let this be the end.