And So It Is Done

The night is a phantom lurking about. The beer is my closest friend

The eyes that I wear are bursting with doubt, about what they ought to defend

About all the dreams, the mixed up in-betweens and the terrors the night intends

I thought we were friends

I'm losing myself too far to the left, in fear I might get things done

The ones on the right are cynically deft, and they venerate each other's guns

They get in my skin with their guardians of sin and disguise what they know as fun

And so it is done

The day is a blessing mindless and free. My chores are a lifelong mate

I'm finding there's no one I'd rather be, or other women I might want to date