My vision is blurry bright
Fine in the morning,
The afternoons are tolarable, static
Sunny or yellow, i am unsure

The nights are different, the ones i yearn for,
Viod of anything,
All the thoughts in my mind come to play,
They step out elegantly, one after the other

Worlds that only star at night,
Shaped by a heart blurred by the yellow sun,
My heart agrees, they are the best times,
Completely out of reach,
As it should be.

© Korede Oseni