Midnight Fever

At the soft darkness outside cast a simple glance

Just one look for your mood you enhance

Still awake and busy or more like starting

Because all day you walk around sleeping

But now in the depth of the night

Where almost every soul is tucked in, out of sight

Your music turns back up from its earlier silencing

Your mind now reels and is racing

Who says the night is dead?

Who prefers the bright morning instead?

Who fears its endless jaws?

Who takes apart its beauty and finds flaws?

They are at loss because they have not lived

They expect each aspect to give, give, give

They have yet to be awakened by their own drive

They have yet to catch midnight fever or catch alive

Don't Look Now

Don’t you dare look now

But you wipe the anticipation from your brow

You’re in for a nasty surprise

This was such a lovely disguise

You twist and turn awaiting the worst

Soundtrack fit for movies burst

Timing hilarious if it weren’t for the situation

Why do all the clichés have such complication?

Don’t you dare take a peek

But you can’t help it and you seek

You’re in for it; don’t say there was no warning

It has been divine, but now strikes the mourning

You spin around in circles in search

In a movie view from a high up perch

Entertainment galore it if weren’t happening to you

Why does all the drama have to come true?

Don’t look now, but it’s too late

It’s all relationships formed of love and hate

Lucky if you’d ever get out from down under

All the deceit you’ve laid out for yourself and all other

You found it now, but you regret ever looking

Don’t you wish your life weren’t so hooking?

But all of those fairy tales and curses that were not

Supposed to be real are the realities you’ve fought

Don’t look now is a warning and a trap

You knew it all along and one day would snap

Isn’t it such a pretty paradox?

Trapped in your own fantasia box

Magnetized and chasing an escape

That never keeps its ever-altering shape

Let the plotline play out role after role

And what was all laughs and play shall take its final toll