The kind of night you could believe
In werewolves changing in your sleep
Wars ending, people ending
The future bending at the intersections
Cause if you put direction
To your singing voice inflection
You can control life from the sidelines
Invisible mind games are played
Twixt lovers that never get laid
Just as life leaves you a low-down lover
In order for you to discover
How good it feels to hover
Without any support
Calendars lie about the numbers of days
Never believe what a calendar says
In a quiltwork of patches and batches
Of thrown-together odds and ends
A number assigned to a collection of sun-downs
Is insufficient, foolish, and imprecise
How to rectify the situation?
Base your system of belief in time
Not on quantum physics, not in divine Gods
But in the odds of the next 24 hours
Meaning something when it all falls down
Collapses all around
Your linear mind