Short days and long nights
Days blanketed in noise
Nights filled with silence.
Nights filled with silence.
Times when men walk in the company of each other
Times when men share the company of themselves.
Times when men share the company of themselves.
When work gets done
And when thoughts get made.
And when thoughts get made.
Eventually craving for longer days
And quietly appreciating the short nights
And quietly appreciating the short nights
Where periods no longer consist of seconds
And neither are moments measured in time.
And neither are moments measured in time.
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