The light of day has dawned at last.
I saw the midnight sky and it told me,
Then I saw that fork upon the road of night.
I dont have time to traverse its way,
when all the nights of no slumber,
nights of weariness of this soul,
on a vcr that flutters,
and its remote always losing,
only the wind beneath the cover
does give a sensation of gratifying images
Then of that entertainment where all controllers
are dead on arrival of its battery at the precise time of 2,
contemplate me now a memory of then.