When it is Night

When it is day I look only for the anonymous night

For whims of tasklessness and freedom to reveal themselves

For inspiration to take hold also

And when it is night I wait only for my restless faraway sleep to arrive me at the doorstep of the dawn

Excited to begin a day better than the last

Though time proves that I'll fool myself and lounge till noon or later, accomplishing nothing

The cycle repeats and I feel homeless

Homeless in a chateau with enough rooms for an Irish family but no rooms for myself

And I'm the only one who can wash this guilty plague that overcasts my family

The prodigal bastard of the sea

If only they could see me now

If they could rouse themselves all from slumber and see me with fresh eyes I'd tell them all I'm sorry

Instead I can only wait for the night

For anonymity

For tasklessness

For freedom and sanctuary in a room I will build for myself

Far from the chateau and far from the dawn

On the doorstep of the night I will sleep

A babe so sweet and anonymous