Theatre

When one day falls

And another begins

There is an interim

Where all else fails

Continuation of the circle is just not perfect

And words fall short of the mark

Begin anew yet again

For without technology we would be

Eternally looking back

Toward our own bottoms which we cannot enjoy

In our own hands

But only in the other

When one day falls and another begins

Return to the night

When the young one was born

And scream sweet delight

For welcome home pain, duty and love

In the glowing rain of this perfect circle

When one day falls and another begins

Sing a song of caffeinated light

The evening sun enjoys

A little sunshine

Through the face

Of your own perfect child

TOSHAM