My Cabal

My cabal, he sleeps outside

pulling the shadows over the moonlight

My cabal, won't you come inside

Forget the darkness if just for one night

Possibilities

baited with personal inconvenience

Every time he feels

that baited resistance tugging at his sleeve

he struggles to find who

he struggles to see why

He's weary with a weight

so often confused with authority,

but who's?

My cabal, he sleeps outside

pulling the shadows over the moonlight

My cabal, won't you come inside

Forget the darkness if just for one night

I want to know why

paper is so different

And what happens once these

promises incubated hit the air

I want to know why the

air becomes so thick and impenetrable

and why another set of rules apply, why?

My cabal, he sleeps outside

pulling the shadows over the moonlight

My cabal, won't you come inside

Forget the darkness if just for night