Gloria

Whoever owns the night, a wind shushed fog horn, makes you wonder why, he keeps a cheerful home, somewhere to have form, he's always on the go, forget the bitter times, all the truths forlorn, rain, gloom, patricide, dreams without a phone, always there to storm, the life he's postponed, night air splashing by, a page that is torn, some waste all their lives, others touch the stones, kid themselves with Porn, seek what they had before, regret freedom passing by, I nod and keep score, say it's stupid to lie, something has to fall.