Sometimes,
Being strong is lonely
Happiness is obligation
Love is slavery.
Being alone is freedom
Tears are relieving
Hatred is bravery.
Nights are beautiful
Nights are intimate
Warm sun stings in the eye.
Falling is freeing
Falling is beginning
Earthy land against the dusty sky.
Stars, with their borrowed light,
Are more hopeful
Than the moon and all of the nigh,
Than all of people
Than you
And I.