Shuffling Biorhythms

Exposing skin to hidden solar bites

Radiate me with your midnight sun

The beauty of insomnia starts to hypnotize,

Clinging to my disrhythmical sense of hope.

No permanent cycle for us, the unseen

In quest to find a glimpse of tomorrow

Foreseen nothing less of an exact rotating order

Reaching out from within, a constant state of change.

Believing in a nearest doorway

To find real sunlight as I awaken

Having a goodnight when the sun comes out

Dawn or dusk, it does not matter anymore.

Feeling somewhat lacking, thinking somewhat deceiving

Confusion is here and now in my collateral windows.