The night falls and the mountains rise like dark razors trying to slice open the sky,

wanting to spill its very essence revealing the secrets within.

Secrets kept hidden just like what makes a human work.

We poke and cut and study and can never truely find the essence of what makes us work.

Why do we feel like we feel?

Why do we do what we do?

So many emotions, so much confusion.

Why do we have to be so complicated?

It makes one depressed enough to think about those dark razors,

slicing, spilling the secrets that can not be understood.

The sun starts to rise and the razors are fading and so am I.

Feeling sleepy and like I’m floating.

It’s time to sleep now watching my essence spill my secrets.

But you will never know them.

Maybe… now…. I…. will….. understand……