Edge of Night

It almost feels like a movie Of clicks and laughter That arouses excitement in this sanctuary within A gash of wind Lingers around Like the Hine of Chad Well, the breeze is something I can't seem to wrap my fingers around For it seems to be playing hide and seek with me But not for long I take a glimpse around and, oh mama, my ulcers are awakening For what seems set before sight is something I don't want to say Wololo, my curbs can't help but proclaim, shaking my small pancakes like they could wilt any second Timberlake said just give me time to think, but this mind in ice can't come up with something Since drums kinda popped aloud Woops. If only I could tell how my body works, I could tell you the tale of my crisis But as clocks teeter on the edge of night, my soul screams aloud for joy The joy 11:59 couldn't fulfill So I could only find solace in 12:00