As the unholy hour strikes;
Buried thoughts would come back to life.
With lingering words and sounds,
Old exchanges suddenly found.
Every possible scenario were played out;
With the main character thinking out loud.
Hidden thoughts are bared;
Heart and soul, no longer jaded.
Battling with unspoken fancy;
Finding ways to avoid fallacy.
Remembering the days when things are that easy;
Savoring moments of certain discovery.
It is at this unholy hour -
When some things are clearer,
When the mind started with its silly game,
Untangling every knots, now considered lame.
