I love to go out to the balcony
At 11 p.m. to see the almost dead town
All in black except for a few furtive municipal lights
I think "how come people go to be so early"
Then I hear the mew of Calamity
Trying to get to her bed without making a sound
And I smile, knowing that I'm not the only night owl

I could stay there for hours
Dwelling upon the might have beens
Wondering why the world couldn't always be so calm, so dark and so cold
But then I am caught by my sneezing
Cause by a rush of chilled air acting like a bolt of reality
I return to my room shut the balcony door and turn on the fan
The light blinds me so much and my room is such chaos
Why oh why can't I enjoy what I love?

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