Salute the night.
The night gives you money.
The night gives you freedom of expression
Sing praises to the moon.
It reflects light upon your door.
It provides the beacon in the dark brightly shining
Since the year dot for evermore.
March through streetlight.
It gives you that vital piece of mind.
That you are alone, not being watched by eyes unheard.
Time to let go and unwind.
Marvel at the day sleepers.
Tell yourself you'll never be part of that crowd.
Slogging their guts out working their printless fingers to the bone.
Making their buck once the field is ploughed.
Stand in awe at the stars.
Bright as diamonds in a deep blue sky.
Thousands of the smallest flames from the great fire of all eternity.
Providing joy to your eye.
Watch the sun peek over the horizon.
Turning things steadily brighter
Look upon yourself with a new sense of self vision.
Telling yourself, you're a fighter.
Watch yet another sun rise.
Silhouetting the city's tall gloomy skyline.
For it's yet another day at the office for thousands upon the morning commute.
Once more back to the daily grind.